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About Osaka

I’m chuffed when it’s easy—spot a lass, quick chat, done. But the rip-offs? Bloody hell, makes me wanna bellow, “We shall fight ‘em on the beaches!” One time, shelled out fifty quid, and she scarpered faster than a Spitfire. Fumin’, I was—thought, “This is not a fuckin’ game!” like Leo screamin’ at his brokers. Still, there’s a thrill, yeah? The chase, the dodge—heart’s pumpin’, you’re alive! Ever tried it in the rain? Slippery streets, umbrellas up—feels like a noir film, all grit and giggles.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

this made the two adults look at sano shinichiro who finally spoke up after being silent for the majority of the night, standing up to escort yuno who was.

I land, and it’s go time. I’m dousing flames, and it’s hot as hell. I’m sweating buckets, and I’m like, “Why didn’t I bring a towel?” But then, I see this little kid, maybe 8 years old, watching us. He’s got this look of awe on his face. It hits me right in the feels. I’m like, “Yeah, kid, this is what we do!”

Beatrice M. Sano Obituary March 1, 2025