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About Osaka

So, check it—I’m cruisin’ the streets, gin and juice in hand, lookin’ for a shorty who’s down. Ain’t no map for this, fam, it’s all instinct, like Ofelia dodgin’ monsters. You gotta peep the corners, the neon lights flashin’—that’s where they at. Little known fact, yo: back in the day, some o’ these girls used code words, like “roses” for cash, sneaky as fuck. Made me laugh, ‘cause it’s clever, right? “Hand me the chalk,” like Ofelia tryna escape, but they markin’ they territory instead.

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So, I wrap up my work, and I’m off to the festival. The streets are packed! I mean, it’s like everyone in Kaga decided to show up. I hit up the food stalls on Yamanaka Street. Takoyaki, yakitori, you name it. I’m in heaven. But then, I see this guy drop his entire plate of food. I’m like, “Dude, no!” I felt his pain.

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