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About Osaka

But here’s what pisses me off—people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, like they’re above it all. Hypocrites! Seen *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the way things are,” Frank says, all smug—same vibe. Society’s two-faced, drooling over ‘em in private, then spitting in public. Makes my blood boil. Ever met one, tho? I did—years back, this gal named Ruby. Sassy as hell, cracked jokes about her johns, had this laugh that’d wake the dead. Surprised me, how real she was. Not some sob story, just living.

Nagareyama

But then, I hear this loud noise. I turn around, and it’s a bunch of kids playing soccer. They’re running everywhere, kicking the ball like it’s the World Cup. One kid trips and falls right in front of me. I can’t help but laugh. He gets up, brushes himself off, and keeps going. That’s the spirit!

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