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About Kawasaki

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy—dudes preachin’ morals by day, slippin’ in here by night. “We’re all animals now!”—damn straight, Alfonso knew it. Happiest thing? This one gal—sassy, red-lipped, told me she saved up, bought a freakin’ goat farm. A GOAT FARM! I’m cacklin’, picturin’ her herdin’ goats in stilettos. Surprised me too—thought everyone here’s just drownin’. Nope, some claw out.

Voices through words…..

brothel system for the Occupying Force. They know there are only two kinds of women: good and bad women – mothers and daughters, and whores. Good women must.

Finally, I get to the izakaya on Kōen-dōri. My friends are already a few drinks in. They’re laughing, and I’m like, “What’d I miss?” They start telling me about their day, and I’m just sitting there, soaking it all in.

True joy, motionless, in a bed