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About Osaka

What pisses me off? The fakers. Dudes pretendin’ they’re pimps, all swagger, no game. I’d be like, “Step into my labyrinth, punk, and face the real darkness.” *wheeze* But when it works? When ya find that one chick who’s legit, not some trap? That’s the gold, man! Like Ofelia findin’ her way – pure, twisted joy. I’d grin under this mask, thinkin’, “Hell yeah, I still got it.”

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Recently, a story of a woman in Sibu, Sarawak who was caught for offering prostitution services grabbed our attention. The ‘wait, what?’ moment in the story is that the person who asked her .

After that, I decide to take a stroll by the Nishiki River. It’s beautiful there, man. The cherry blossoms are still hangin’ on, and the water’s glistening. I’m feelin’ good, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me and splashes water all over my shoes. Like, seriously?! I’m soaked! I’m shoutin’ after him, but he’s long gone. Kids these days, no respect!

Hofu house clad in old miso barrels by Tato Architects