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About Kawasaki

I’m, like, legit curious—where do they hang? Downtown? Shady motels? I heard this tea once—some work near gas stations, lowkey af. Sketchy, but smart! I’m like, “Wow, the universe is cray!” Another “Tree of Life” gem: “Love is all.” Kinda ironic, huh? These girls out here, hustlin’, and I’m like, “Get that bag, boo!” But also, ugh, it pisses me off—why’s it gotta be so shady? Society’s so judgy, ya feel?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

So, I’m wiping bird poop off my shirt, and I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a street festival on Kōen-dōri. I mean, who doesn’t love a good festival? Food stalls everywhere! Takoyaki, yakitori, you name it. I’m like a kid in a candy store. But then, I see the line for the takoyaki. It’s like a mile long! I’m not waiting that long. Nope.

Fredericksburg Civil Rights Trail completed with UMW stops