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About Kawasaki

This one bird—called her Ruby—worked the shadows near a casino. Had a laugh like a hyena, pissed me off at first, all loud and brash. But damn, she was sharp—knew every mark’s weakness. Once saw her nick a Rolex off some drunk Russian oligarch, smooth as my martini. “Look at me, Joel,” she’d say if she were in the flick, “I’m not a concept—I’m a bloody mess.” Made me chuckle, that did—whores got guts, mate. Guts and a knack for survival.

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So, I’m movin’ dirt, right? And then, bam! My tractor starts actin’ up. It’s sputterin’ like it’s got a mind of its own. I’m yellin’, “Not today, buddy! We got work to do!” I swear, I could hear it laugh at me.

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