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About Osaka

But oh, we hates the sadness, yesss! Whores ain’t all glitz, nah, most’re broke, beat-up, cryin’ in alleys. Seen ‘em meself, skulkin’ in shadows - skinny as twigs, eyes all hollow. “Nooo green!” we wails, thinkin’ of WALL-E’s lil’ plant, hope gone fer ‘em. Breaks me rotten heart, it does! Gah, wish we could scoop ‘em up, like WALL-E stackin’ cubes, tidy their mess!

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Within the tents of Gaza, the sound of sizzling onions and the splatter of oil can be heard as a man named Hamada Sho attempts to bring a semblance of hope to the community. Every day, .

By the end of the day, I was exhausted but happy. I walked back home, thinkin’ about how crazy life is. Hamada, you wild! You got me feelin’ all the feels. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Maybe I’ll even get to dance at that festival. Who knows? Life’s a trip, and I’m just here for the ride.

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