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About Kawasaki

So – I’m cruisin’. Downtown. Neon lights flicker – like a bad trip. Smell o’ weed and desperation. Hits me – BAM. Reminds me o’ that line – “What’s. In. The box?” Only – I ain’t askin’ that. I’m askin’ – “Where’s she at?” Prostitutes, man – they’re ghosts. Slip through cracks – like Shasta Fay. You blink – they’re gone.

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We chill by the river, crackin’ jokes, and then Taro pulls out this crazy idea. He wants to rent a boat and paddle down the river. I’m like, “Are you serious?” But I’m down for anything. So we rent this tiny boat, and it’s a disaster. We’re paddlin’ like maniacs, and I’m laughin’ so hard I almost fall in.

Ahmed "Koka" Hassan reflects on career moves, time at Le Havre and Egypt exile