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About Kawasaki

Quirky thing? She’s got this tat, a rose, all faded—says it’s her “luck.” Bollocks, I think, but it’s kinda sweet. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe I’d say she’s got a secret stash of gold bars—nah, just kiddin’, mate! Still, she’s a puzzle, this one—keeps me guessin’, like Ford stalkin’ Jesse. “There’s no peace when you’re done,” I whisper, watchin’ her strut off. Proper character, she is—shaken, not stirred, just how I like it.

We’ve never seen a night which has finished by reaching a day

A theatrical work about a prostitute in the Algerian War and testimonies from the former “comfort woman” of the Japanese military are presented in parallel.

I finally get to the shop, grab my chisel, and head back. But wait! I see this street vendor on Chuo Dori. He’s sellin’ these amazing yakitori skewers. I can’t resist. I’m like, “One please!” He hands me this skewer, and I’m in heaven. Juicy, smoky goodness. I’m munchin’ away, and suddenly, I spill sauce all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking barbecue.

Scorching heat devastating famed cherries in Yamagata