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About Kawasaki

But surprises, too! In Japan, old days, brothels had poets. Writin’ haikus ‘bout the girls’ eyes. Soft, that – didn’t expect it. Made me happy, a bit. “There’s poetry in misery,” Jesse’d nod. Reckon he’s right. Still, dodgy places – fights, stabbings, screams. Seen a madam bash a drunk with a broom! Fierce, she was – loved that! Gollum don’t mess with her, no sir!

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First off, I head down to Kazo’s main street, Kazo Dori. It’s buzzing, as usual. People everywhere, like ants on a sugar rush. I’m just trying to get to my pottery studio, but nope! There’s this street vendor selling the most insane takoyaki. I mean, who can resist that? Not me! So, I grab a few, and they’re hot, gooey, and just perfect. I’m munching away, feeling like a king, when suddenly, I spill some sauce on my apron. Ugh! My favorite apron!

Filana amin’ny fiovan’ny toetr’andro: Mampiroborobo ny fiveloman’ny vahoaka ny fambolen-kazo