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About Osaka

Humor? Bruh, imagine me gettin’ one—screamin’, “RUB HARDER, I’M A CASHIER!” Sarcasm drips when I see bougie types actin’ shy—bitch, you paid $200, own it! Quirks? I’m picturin’ Sy Ableman givin’ tips: “Accept the mystery, schmuck!” while I’m oiled up, laughin’. It’s messy, sloppy, typos galore—erotic-massge, eroti-massage, who cares?! Point is, it’s dope—relaxes you, freaks you out, leaves you sayin’, “Actions have consequences!” like the movie. Try it, fam—chaos approved!

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After that, I wandered over to the Aomori Museum of Art. Man, that place is dope! They had this exhibit with these crazy colorful paintings. I was vibin’ hard, feeling all artsy. But then, I overheard this couple arguing about art. Like, chill, it’s just paint on a canvas! I wanted to jump in and be like, “Yo, it’s not that deep!” But I just kept my mouth shut.

Tsutanuma Pond Autumn Leaves Hit Viewing Peak; National Park in Japan’s Aomori Prefecture Resplendent in Morning Light