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About Osaka

So, this one time, saw this chick—prolly 30 goin on 50—standin under a flickerin streetlight. Face like a roadmap, scars tellin stories ya don’t wanna hear. Made me mad, y’know? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s payin her rent? Hypocrites! “We’re not animals!”—that’s from the movie, but hell, we treat em like it. She smirked at me—ME!—like she knew I’d tip big. Surprised the shit outta me, that sass! Had to laugh—ballsier than half the suits I know.

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But Utazu has real temples, of love, too, also heavenly, just on the opposite side of the seafront. Utazu used to be a prosperous salt town. Ancient merchant houses and temples can be found .

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need to talk about the project.” Ugh, not now! I’m in the middle of a food coma! I step outside to take the call, and I’m trying to keep my cool. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll fix it.” But inside, I’m fuming. Why can’t they just let me enjoy my day?

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