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About Osaka

Favorite part? This one time, Candy told me she tricked a dude into payin’ double—said she was “spiritual,” read his palm, some bullshit. Had me dyin’, yo! Sarcasm on blast—she’s like, “Yeah, I’m a saint, Snoop.” Cracked me up, real talk. Whores be slicker than you think, like Malik runnin’ schemes in *A Prophet*. “It’s all about control,” he’d say—same for her.

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Then, outta nowhere, it started rainin’. I mean, what the heck, Hamada? I didn’t sign up for a water park! I ducked into a little café on Shōwa-dōri. Best decision ever! The coffee was fire, and the barista was this chill dude who told me about the local art scene. He was like, “You gotta check out the gallery on Kōen-dōri.” So, I made a mental note.

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