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About Kawasaki

So, we’re chattin’, and she’s tellin’ me bout this one time a client paid her in chickens—chickens, mate! I’m losin’ it, laughin’ so hard I nearly choke. “What’d ya do with ‘em?” I ask, and she’s like, “Soup, love, soup.” Absolute legend. I’m thinkin’, “This is why I’m here—stories like that.” Beats sittin’ in Asgard, bored outta my skull.

The Learned Courtesan in Edo Japan

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri for my morning coffee fix. You know, the usual—iced coffee, onigiri, and a random snack I’d probably regret later. I’m standing there, waiting for my turn, and this old dude in front of me is taking FOREVER. Like, c’mon man, it’s just a rice ball! I’m about to lose it, but then I catch a glimpse of the view outside. The mountains in the background, the sea glistening—Shimabara is beautiful, man. It’s like a postcard, but I’m stuck in this line.

VOX POPULI: Rooting for a railway that makes light of being in the red