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About Kawasaki

Last week, prowlin downtown, saw this chick—red heels, smokin a cig. Looked tired, but tough, ya feel? “Where’s the love gone?” I growl, quotin Malick. She didn’t hear, just winked. Surprised me—thought she’d run from a big ol Wookiee! Rarrgh! Made me laugh, tho—imagine me, Chewie, hirin a prozzie? Han’d lose his shit, man. “Quiet flows the river,” I mutter, watchin her strut. Deep stuff, right?

Mature Introductions Kamirenjaku

Now, I’m starving. I need food. So, I hit up this little ramen joint on Fukiage-dori. Best ramen ever! I order the tonkotsu, and it’s like a hug in a bowl. I’m slurping away, and this old man next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the history of Fukiage-fujimi. Apparently, it used to be a samurai town. I’m like, “Whoa, that’s cool!”