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About Osaka

So, lemme tell ya ‘bout this one time—Homer’s outta town, prob’ly eatin’ donuts somewhere dumb. I’m bored, right? Walkin’ down by the tracks—ooh, shady!—and I see this gal, all fishnets and lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. I’m like, “Hmm… she’s workin’ it!” Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners, pickin’ through life’s leftovers. She catches me starin’—awkward!—and yells, “What’s your deal, lady?” I’m all flustered, mutterin’, “Just admirin’ your hustle, hon!”

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Finally, the day wraps up, and I’m exhausted. I decide to hit up that ramen place on Minami Rinkan Street. You know the one? The one with the neon sign that’s always flickering? Yeah, that’s the spot. I order the spiciest ramen they have. I’m talking fire-breathing dragon level.

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