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About Osaka

I hate the fakeness. Everyone’s posin’, lyin’ about their height, their job. Met a gal once, said she’s a chef—couldn’t boil water. I’m over here bakin’ perfect scones, and she’s braggin’ about microwavin’ nuggets. Pissed me off. But then, one time, I matched with this quiet type—surprised me. We talked *Carol*, she got it, said, “What else is there?” like in the film. Almost made me smile. Almost.

Argentinian whore wants to be fucked hard

Arai doesn't make one, been using a ShuberthC3pro and I got I'm not a brand whore. My most comfortable helmet was a SHOEI RF

But then, outta nowhere, the sky goes dark. I’m like, “No way, not now!” A storm rolls in, and I’m scrambling to pack up my stuff. Rain starts pouring, and I’m soaked. I’m standing there, drenched, and I can’t help but laugh. Like, this is my life, right? Promoting in a downpour. Classic.

Why this remote golf resort is worth 7,000-mile haul to get there