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About Kawasaki

Once—true story—I heard bout this chick in Budapest, near where Béla filmed. She’d stand under a busted streetlamp, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig. Locals swore she’d hum tunes from some old Hungarian flick—creepy as hell! Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone silent, hasn’t it?”—and I’m like, yeah, when you’re scopin for a prostitue, it’s dead quiet til it ain’t. Gets my heart racin, part thrilled, part freaked. What if she’s a cop? What if she’s nuts? Exaggeratin here, but maybe she’s got a knife—yikes!

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kawai Street. Gotta grab my morning coffee, ya know? But guess what? They were outta my fave drink! I mean, c’mon! How do you run outta coffee in Japan? I was ready to throw a fit. But then I spotted some cute snacks. Like, these little mochi things. So, I calmed down. Mochi fixes everything, right?

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