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About Kawasaki

So, listen. You wanna find one? Check the dives. Shady bars, motels. Places smellin’ like regret. Girls there, they got stories. Sad ones, mostly. I once met this dame. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Hell, nobody knows. She laughed, said, “Life’s a shop window.” Straight outta *Carol*, that vibe. All polished outside. Broken inside. Broke my damn heart.

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The women trafficked in this instance were lured under false pretenses and then subjected to exploitation in the sex trade in London. Escort Tomakomai Blair.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, heavy rain. I’m sprinting to the nearest shelter, which happens to be this tiny ramen shop on Kōen-dōri. I duck inside, soaked but kinda happy. Ramen fixes everything, right? I order a bowl, and it’s like a hug in a bowl.

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