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About Osaka

But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

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Her stone-faced demeanor belies a heart of unwavering loyalty and purity. Sworn to Charlotte, Mutsu executes missions ranging from frontline combat to shadow operations. Her arsenal .

I see this food stall, right? Takoyaki! My fave! I’m like, “Heck yeah!” But the line is like a mile long. I’m standin’ there, gettin’ hangry. I mean, c’mon! I just wanna eat some octopus balls!

Prince Harry reunites with orphan pen pal Mutsu Potsane