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About Kawasaki

So, picture this – dusty joint, red curtains, smell o’ cheap perfume. Girls gigglin, punters stumblin in, wallets out. I reckon it’s wild, right? Cosmic chaos in a tiny room. Used to piss me off – blokes treatin’ em like meat. But then, chat with a lass there once, sharp as a tack, she was. Said, “I run my orbit, Hawking.” Blew my mind! She’s no victim, controllin’ her stars.

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Then, outta nowhere, the lights go out! I’m like, “What the heck?” Turns out, it’s just a power outage. But the staff? They’re all chill about it. They bring out candles, and we’re sitting there, laughing and eating in the dark. It’s kinda romantic, in a weird way.

Living with dementia