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About Kawasaki

What ticks me off? The judgy types. “Oh, how awful!” they squeak. Puh-lease, doc, live a little! Ain’t hurtin’ nobody who don’t wanna be there. Surprised me how chill some workers were—tough as nails, too. One gal told me she paid her rent in two nights. Two nights! I’m over here diggin’ holes for pennies!

Description:

Kerakera onna appear as enormous, middle-aged women in colorful brothel kimonos, with thick make-up and slathered-on lipstick. They skulk around in alleyways.

But then, I hit a snag. I’m walkin’ back, and I see a bunch of guys arguing near the station. It’s gettin’ heated, and I’m like, “Oh boy, here we go.” I’m not about to get involved, but I can’t help but eavesdrop. Turns out, they’re fightin’ over who makes the best ramen in Kai. I mean, c’mon! It’s all good!

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