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About Osaka

In my head, I’m picturin’ Bob and Charlotte stumblin’ into some seedy karaoke joint, and there’s this whore, singin’ “More Than This,” smirkin’ at their awkward asses. Perfect scene, right? Lost souls connectin’—that’s the movie’s heart, and whores? They’re part of that messy, human stew. So yeah, I dig ‘em—flaws, sass, and all. You shall not pass judgment, mate, ‘til you’ve walked their road!

Celebrating the duality of who we are

Yes the Komono does feel never ending but it will end. Seeing as the baby stuff is something you deal with on a daily basis I'd probably start with that but look up one of the downloadable lists .

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōbō Street for my usual breakfast—onigiri and a can of iced coffee. I swear, the onigiri here is like a hug in rice form. But then, as I’m munching, I see this old dude, like, totally losing it over a parking spot. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a spot! But nah, he’s yelling at this poor lady who’s just trying to park her kei car. I’m standing there, half-eating my onigiri, thinking, “Dude, chill! It’s not the end of the world!”

Komono and Igor Dieryck partner on Ad Fundum eyewear