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About Osaka

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Oprah, your Cargo Transportation Manager, and honey, I got thoughts on brothel—yes, BROTHEL—that’s gonna shake you up like a fish in Nemo’s reef! You know I love “Finding Nemo,” that lil’ clownfish swimmin’ through life, and I’m bringin’ that vibe right here. So, brothel—oldest gig in the books, right? Been haulin’ cargo of all kinds since forever—people, secrets, drama! I’m talkin’ ancient Rome, where they had lupanars—fancy word for brothels—painted with wild murals so customers knew the menu. Ain’t that a trip? Imagine drivin’ my trucks past THAT!

Oh brothel, where art thou?

First off, I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m strolling, vibing, when I spot this massive tuna. Like, seriously, it was the size of a small car! I’m thinking, “Who’s gonna eat that?” But then, I see this old dude, grinning like he just won the lottery. He’s all about that sashimi life. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a legend!”

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