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About Osaka

Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya hear me? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some gritty city, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Lives of Others*, that East German vibe—spies, secrets, and damn human souls laid bare. “We are not machines!”—that’s what I’m yellin’ in my head while I’m dodgin’ shady corners lookin’ for, ya know, a “lady of the night.”

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So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” But nah, life had other plans. I hop on the train at Sannomiya Station, and it’s packed! Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m squished between a dude with a massive backpack and a lady who smells like she bathed in soy sauce. Not the best start, ya know?

Minnesota Timberwolves’ Julius Randle shows his Mamba Mentality with educating Anthony Edwards