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About Kawasaki

Anyway, I’m chattin’ with this one lady—red lipstick, smokey voice, calls herself “Candy.” I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” She’s quotin’ prices like she’s sellin’ me a used Chevy. “Fifty bucks, Joe, and I’ll rock yer world!” I’m like, c’mon, man, I ain’t that green! Made me mad, tho—folks tryna hustle ya, takin’ advantage. But then she winks, and I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got charm, gotta give her that. “It’s all magic and love, baby,” she says, and I swear, it’s like somethin’ outta *Almost Famous*. I’m half expectin’ her to pull out a guitar and sing “Fever Dog.”

Deep Hookup Kagoshima

Anyway, I’m tryin’ to explain the history of the market. It’s been here since forever, like, since the Edo period or somethin’. But then, outta nowhere, this dude trips over a fish crate. I’m talkin’ full-on cartoon style. Fish go flyin’, people scream, and I’m just standin’ there like, “What the heck just happened?”