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About Osaka

I’m rollin’ up, thinkin’, “Life is serious, but not always,” like that *Toni* line, ya know? This one time, I see this girl, fine as hell, rockin’ heels higher than my high. I’m like, “Yo, baby, what’s poppin’?” She turns, and – surprise, mothafucka – it’s a dude! Straight up *Toni Erdmann* twist, like when the dad pops up in that wig. I was pissed, dawg, but I laughed my ass off. “You’re trying too hard,” I told him, quotin’ the flick, and peeled out.

The Dark Tetrad and Male Clients of Female Sex Work

So, I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird ninja training. I pass by the Kaga Onsen area, and man, the steam rising from those hot springs looked so inviting. I thought, “Forget work, let’s just soak!” But nah, duty calls.

The day Japan’s aircraft carriers—and their WWII hopes—went under at Midway