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About Kawasaki

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” business—hah, what a mess! I’m Loki, y’know, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and all that jazz. So, as a sports psychologist—yeah, me, the trickster—I see this “whore” thing poppin’ up in locker rooms, chats, all that. Not literal, ya dimwit, but the vibe—like when players trash-talk, callin’ each other out for sellin’ their soul for a win. “You’re a whore for that trophy!” they’d yell, and I’d smirk, thinkin’, *Oh, mortals, so predictable.*

Distance to the Largest Cities of Japan

Not sure what the laws are for whore houses in Iwaki, then keep it safe Hobaramachi (90 km), Ujiie (91 km), Yanagawamachi-saiwaicho (92 km), Ogori.

So, I’m back to work, and this guy’s still on the phone. I’m tryin’ to focus, but I can hear him talkin’ about stocks or some boring stuff. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in a barber shop! Get with the program!” Finally, he hangs up, and I finish the cut. He looks in the mirror, and his eyes go wide. “Whoa, I look fresh!” I’m like, “Yeah, bro, that’s what I do!”