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About Osaka

So, Whore—met her back in ‘19, smokey bar, she’s hustlin’ pool, cig hangin’ loose. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all, and damn, she probly has. “I’m not young anymore,” she’d say, straight outta *Amour*, voice raspy as hell. Made me laugh, ‘cause she’s what, 35? But she’s lived ten lives, swear it. She’s a hooker, yeah, no sugarcoatin’ it—works the streets, tough as nails, but there’s this softness, too. Like when she told me ‘bout her kid, little girl she gave up. “I couldn’t keep her safe,” she said, eyes all glassy. Broke my damn heart.

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Photo by Iga Kwitowska on September 10, Drink the dolls Legs spread like butter We are wife, whore, mistress, maid, mother The beauty and the buyer.

So, I duck into a little shop on Kōka Street to escape the rain. It’s a cute place, full of local crafts. I’m lookin’ around, and I spot this awesome ninja star keychain. I’m like, “I need this!” But then, I realize I left my wallet at the ramen place. Ugh! I’m so mad at myself.

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