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About Kawasaki

We chat, she’s tellin me prices – 50 bucks, quick gig. I’m thinkin, “Life’s too short to be appropriate,” another *Toni Erdmann* gem. So I’m in, but it’s weird, y’know? Not the sex part – that’s whatever – but the whole deal. She’s human, not some movie prop. Surprised me how chill she was, like we’re buddies. “You’re naked under there,” I tease, quotin the flick again. She smirks, “Duh, genius.”

I paid a prostitute in Hanoi

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri for my morning coffee fix. You know, the usual—iced latte, some onigiri. But guess what? They were out of my fave flavor! Like, how do you run out of tuna mayo? It’s a classic! I was ready to throw a fit, but I just grabbed a salmon one instead. Not the same, but whatever.

Barbara A. Hanno, 83, of Lowville