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About Kawasaki

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

Make Me Your Whore

I evolved a new understanding of the word "whore," one that was less about being and more about essence. It was not that I had don something wrong so much.

I get there, and there’s this huge crowd. People are all worked up, shoutin’ and pointin’. Turns out, some dude’s boat capsized. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I needed.” I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like a pressure cooker.

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