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About Osaka

But—Christ—it’s grim too. Saw one get slapped once, nearly jumped in myself. “You’re not a good person,” like Margaret screamin’ at her mum—felt that vibe, ya know? Angry as fuck, but what can I do? Ain’t my world. Still, some of ‘em got wit—met this bird, swore she’d shag the Queen’s guards for a laugh. Cracked me up, proper cheeky.

Love traveling?

That would be fun to have like a tiny robot with a camera and you can wander this sprawling city in vr headset and like fuck lego prostitute in a back alley.

First thing I notice is the wind. It’s like it’s whispering secrets. I’m walking down Hashima’s main street, which is called “Kōen-dōri.” Sounds fancy, huh? But it’s just a long, lonely road. I’m thinkin’, “Man, this place has seen better days.”

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