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About Osaka

The girls, oh, they’re like desert blooms, rare and tough, sproutin’ up where ya least expect. One lass, Ruby, she’s got eyes like a hawk—misses nothin’. Told me once, quiet-like, how she ended up here after her ol’ man bet her in a card game. A card game! Lost her like she was a bleedin’ goat. Made me mad, that did—bloke deserved a tire iron to the skull. But Ruby? She just shrugged, said, “I live my life a quarter mile at a time.” Straight outta the movie, that one—gave me a chuckle, eased the rage a bit.

THE SOUL OF AN OLD BROTHEL

As I’m sittin’ there, I realize, this is Obu. It’s messy, it’s loud, but it’s home. And even on the craziest days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, who else gets to say they’re a lumberjack in a city like this?

OBU welcomes new, returning students on Move-In Day