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About Osaka

I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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Back to the grind. I rushed to the office on Koshigaya. My boss was on my case about those missed stocks. I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m on it!” But he just kept going. I wanted to tell him to take a hike, but I held my tongue. Gotta keep the job, ya know?

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