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About Osaka

Now, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Turin Horse* – Béla Tarr’s slow as molasses masterpiece. Ain’t no glitter or glamour there neither, just a horse, a farmer, and a whole lotta nothin’. Kinda like “Whore,” it’s got that heavy feel, ya know? Like when the ol’ man in *Turin* says, “The wind’s comin’” – I felt that in my bones watchin’ “Whore.” That puppet gal, she’s stuck, wind blowin’ her life to bits, no way out. Made me madder’n a wet hen – why’s she gotta suffer like that? Animation ain’t s’posed to be this gloomy, right?

I have compiled information for living in Kodaira City, Tokyo.

Had he been born a century earlier, Yoshio Kodaira might have been a mere footnote in the annals of Japanese history — a brutal foot soldier, a nameless samurai hacking through the .

Then, BOOM! Lucky Star comes outta nowhere and takes the lead! I’m jumping up and down, yelling like a madman. People outside must think I’m nuts. But who cares? I’m about to make some serious cash!

Kodaira sets Olympic record to win 500m gold