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About Osaka

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode—no capes!—and I’m here spilling tea about findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: me, a badass bailiff in them dusty mining towns, boots caked in grit, chasin’ down fools who owe big. But one night, I’m off duty, right? Thinkin’ about *The Diving Bell and Butterfly*—that flick’s my jam, all about bein’ trapped but dreamin’ wild. “I am a cavern,” that line hits me, y’know? Deep, dark, searchin’ for somethin’.

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After that, I decide to check out the local market on Shimozato Street. It’s packed with people, and the energy is insane! I’m dodging folks left and right. I see this old lady selling handmade crafts. I’m drawn in. She’s got these beautiful wooden carvings. I’m like, “Wow, this is art!” I buy a little owl. It’s cute, and it reminds me of my forest buddies.

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