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About Osaka

Hmm… oh honey, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—y’know, like in *Talk to Her*, that Almodóvar flick I adore. “I’m not a child,” that line hits me everytime, makes me think of these gals out there, sellin’ what they got, livin’ loud. So, here’s the scoop—met this chick once, swear she was a hooker, down by Springfield’s shady side. Wore heels higher than Homer’s cholesterol, ha! Made me laugh, but also—hmm… kinda sad, y’know?

Cannibalistic Tendencies

So, I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to meditate or whatever, when I hear this loud honkin’. Turns out, it’s a parade! Like, a legit parade with floats and everything. I’m thinkin’, “What’s goin’ on?” Turns out it’s some local festival. I’m hyped! I join the crowd, and we’re all dancin’ and singin’. It’s a blast!

Yanzu: Tinubu ya amince da nadin dan marigayi MKO Abiola hadimi a gwamnatinsa