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About Osaka

Where’d I start? Dark streets, neon buzzin’, that’s the vibe. You don’t just stroll up, nah, takes guts. “Motionless voyage,” like Oscar says—standin’ still, but movin’ deep. Found this chick once, all sass, heels clickin’. Asked her rate—50 creds! Felt my Sith blood boil—50?! Robbery, I tell ya! But she smirked, “Power’s in demand, Vader.” Cheeky. Kinda liked it.

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I can’t help but smile. I mean, who doesn’t love flowers? But then, she gets a call. It’s her boss. She answers, and I swear, I can hear the dude yelling through the phone. She hangs up, slams her drink, and storms out. I’m just standing there, like, “Wow, that escalated quickly.”

Easy Japanese news in translation: Giant rope made to decorate Yamagata Pref. tree