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About Osaka

Now, I’m picturing it like Claire Denis’d film it—slow pans, sweaty faces, that line, “We’re not leaving.” That’s the prossie mindset—rooted, tough, surviving. I saw this one gal on X—profile all cryptic, just a blurry pic and “DM for fun.” Linked to some sketchy site, cash upfront. Made me mad—scammers ruin the game! But also, damn, the hustle’s real. Respect, kinda. Surprised me how bold they are—nets out, fishing for suckers.

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First off, I’m running late. Like, super late. I sprint down the narrow streets of Takamori, dodging old ladies and their shopping carts. I swear, they’re like ninjas with those things. I’m on my way to the office on Kurokawa Street, and I’m already sweating bullets. Why do I always forget my umbrella? It’s like the weather gods are out to get me.

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