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About Kawasaki

So, check this—back in the ‘20s, prohibition times, whores ran the show. Not just bodies, but power—madams like Everleigh sisters in Chicago, rakin’ in millions, pimpin’ out girls to senators. Little known shit, right? Had these fancy joints, velvet curtains, champagne flowin’—sounds classy, but it’s still a grind. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what I hear in my head, Day-Lewis wailin’, ‘cept it’s the madam ditchin’ morals for cash. Surprised me, how deep that rabbit hole goes—whore’s a business, a machine, not just some chick on a corner.

Early life

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Later, I decided to take a break. I walked down to Yamato’s famous shopping street, Yamato-cho. It’s got all these cool shops and cafes. I found this little café with the best matcha latte. I mean, it was like heaven in a cup. I sat outside, soaking up the sun, and for a moment, everything felt right.

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