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About Kawasaki

So, lemme tell ya ‘bout this one time—Homer’s outta town, prob’ly eatin’ donuts somewhere dumb. I’m bored, right? Walkin’ down by the tracks—ooh, shady!—and I see this gal, all fishnets and lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. I’m like, “Hmm… she’s workin’ it!” Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners, pickin’ through life’s leftovers. She catches me starin’—awkward!—and yells, “What’s your deal, lady?” I’m all flustered, mutterin’, “Just admirin’ your hustle, hon!”

Five. The high politics of base pleasures: regulating morality for the postwar era

Do you want to put a poor woman in further jeopardy? If you want to go to Qatar go for the culture, museums, and food, and not to insult their values. If there is any place in the world to *not* .

As the sun started settin’, I headed back to the city. I was feelin’ all kinds of emotions. Happy, mad, nostalgic—like a whole mixtape of feelings. I decided to grab dinner at this little izakaya on Naka-dōri. The food was bomb! I had some yakitori that was so good, I almost cried. Seriously, it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth.

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