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About Osaka

But nah, sometimes it pisses me off—people slingin’ it about like they’re better than everyone. Reminds me of that line, “Please, Mr. Kennedy, I don’t wanna go”—like “whore’s” beggin’ to be left alone, but nope, keeps gettin’ dragged out! I’m sat ‘ere thinkin’, why’s it always gotta be so judgy? Call a spade a spade, fine, but don’t be a knob about it. Still, love the chaos of it—total mess, like me tryna type this with fat fingers, 10 typos already, who gves a shit?

Slut | Kai

After breakfast, I head to the plaza. Man, it’s packed! People everywhere, music blaring, and the smell of yakitori fills the air. I’m feelin’ the vibe, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks my drink all over me. I’m soaked! I’m like, “Seriously, dude?!” But then I see his face—he’s just a little guy, probably didn’t mean it. So I laugh it off.

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