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About Kawasaki

Oft, I ponder—did she dream o’ more? A cottage, a lad who’d not pay fer her? Makes me soft, that does—her starin’ out some grimy window, sighin’. But then—ha!—she’d prob’ly shag the dream away fer a laugh. “Truth’s in the telling,” Polley whispers in me skull, and Bess’s truth? She’s a storm, a jest, a middle finger to fate.

Signs for WHORE

lyrics Hey, scene slut, I'm still cutting tonight That's why my wrists are so sore I know you got a boyfriend, but you're a whore Everybody.

While I’m workin’ on her hair, I glance out the window. There’s this street performer on Handa’s main drag, Takahama Street. He’s playin’ the shamisen, and it’s actually pretty dope. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I should’ve learned that instead of cuttin’ hair.” But then I remember my love for scissors.

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