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About Osaka

Back in ‘09, mate of mine—total sleaze—swore by this trick. Said ya hit up truck stops, look for “lot lizards”—yep, that’s what they call ‘em! Cracked me up, but damn, it’s real. Girls knockin’ on cabs, $20 a pop. Blew my mind—grubby, desperate, but ballsy. Hated how he grinned bout it tho, like he’s some kingpin. “Gangsters don’t apologise,” movie line stuck with me—prostitutes tho, they ain’t gangsters, just caught in the grind.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

Anyway, I head to work. I’m an actuary, which sounds boring, but trust me, it’s a wild ride. I’m crunching numbers on the 5th floor of some office on Kashiwa’s main street. Suddenly, the fire alarm goes off. Like, seriously? I’m just trying to calculate risk here! Everyone’s freaking out, running down the stairs. I’m just standing there, thinking, “Is this a drill or what?” Turns out, it was just some dude burning his lunch in the break room. Classic Kashiwa chaos.

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