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About Osaka

I pull up, heart racin’, palms sweaty—damn, why’m I nervous? “You only live once,” I mutter, YOLO, bruh. She’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, lookin’ like she owns the block. I’m like, “Yo, what’s good?” She smirks, eyes sharp, says, “Time’s money, pretty boy.” I laugh—damn, she’s cold! Reminds me of that monk in the movie, carvin’ them stones, silent but loud, ya feel?

Appearances

Right: Courtesan with two kamuro, one of whom Prostitutes Mitsuke a doll in her hands, walking along the porch of a Yoshiwara house with a blossoming cherry tree. A poem in a cloud .

So, I’m crunching numbers, and suddenly, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Is this a drill or what?” Turns out, it’s just some dude burning his lunch in the break room. Classic Mitsuke moment, right? Everyone’s laughing, and I’m just trying to keep my sanity.

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