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About Osaka

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” business—hah, what a mess! I’m Loki, y’know, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and all that jazz. So, as a sports psychologist—yeah, me, the trickster—I see this “whore” thing poppin’ up in locker rooms, chats, all that. Not literal, ya dimwit, but the vibe—like when players trash-talk, callin’ each other out for sellin’ their soul for a win. “You’re a whore for that trophy!” they’d yell, and I’d smirk, thinkin’, *Oh, mortals, so predictable.*

Haboro, Hokkaido, Japan

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I’m just setting up my register, and boom! This lady rushes in, soaked to the bone. She’s got this huge umbrella, but it’s like, broken or something. She’s flailing it around like she’s in a sword fight. I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh, but I can’t help it. She looks at me, all serious, and says, “I need a hot coffee, like, NOW!”

Motohashi Seiichi and Robert Doisneau: Chemins Croisés (Narrative Passages)