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About Osaka

So, yeah, you wanna find one? Easy. Dark corners, neon lights—boom, there they are. X posts’d tell ya, some dude tweeted last week, “Cheap thrills, risky biz.” He ain’t wrong. I dig the vibe, tho—raw, unscripted, like life itself. “What made us, what broke us?”—that’s Malick, hittin’ me hard. These girls, they’re broken, but damn, they’re fighters. Gets me pissed, too—pimps takin’ cuts, scum of the earth. Wanna punch somethin’ when I see that.

Self as Individual Consciousness, And Embodiment of Nation

So, I finally get to the office, and guess what? My boss, Mr. Tanaka, is in a mood. He’s pacing around like a caged tiger. I’m thinking, “Dude, chill. It’s just another day in Takamori.” But no, he’s all about deadlines and reports. Ugh. I mean, who even cares about reports when you’ve got the stunning views of the Aso mountains right outside?

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