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About Kawasaki

So, prostitutes—grubby, gorgeous, tragic lot. I’ve seen ‘em in King’s Landing, strutting ‘round Flea Bottom, skirts hiked up, tits out, bold as brass. Me brother Jaime’d say, “Tyrion, why pay for it?” Cos I bloody can, ya twat! Makes me happy, them lasses—warm bed, quick laugh, no nagging wife. Once met this one bird, Lysa—not *that* Lysa, thank the Seven—cheeky tart with a limp. Said she broke her ankle fleein’ a client who wouldn’t pay. “Bastard’s lucky I didn’t cut his cock off!” she cackled. Loved her spirit—made me grin like a fool.

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As the day wraps up, I’m exhausted but pumped. I step outside, and the sunset over Nara-shi is stunning. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m just standing there, soaking it in. I think about the deer, the ramen, and the chaos of the day. It’s wild how one day can be a rollercoaster of emotions.

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