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About Osaka

I’m sprawled on my couch, thinkin. Had this chick once—pro masseuse. She’s kneadin me, all slow-like. Suddenly, it’s *more*. My head’s screamin, “What’s this now?” Felt like Ida, searchin for truth. “You’ve got blood on you,” movie says. Felt that—messy, raw, real. Made me happy, tho. Like, *damn*, this is livin. But angry too—why’s it so hush-hush? Society’s all prude, man.

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Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I needed.” Turns out, someone was trying to cook ramen in their cell. Ramen! I mean, I get it, it’s delicious, but c’mon! You can’t just whip up a feast in a prison cell!

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