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About Osaka

Last week, right, I’m in a tavern, tankard in hand, scopin’ the room. This bird—red lips, skirts hiked up—winks at me. I’m thinkin’, “Tyrion, you clever bastard, she’s yours.” But nah, she’s got a pimp, uglier than Gregor Clegane, breath like a latrine. Pissed me off—why’s everythin’ gotta be so complicated? “Be quiet and do what I say,” she whispers, like I’m some green boy. Cheeky cow! I’m the Imp, I know tricks she ain’t dreamed of. Paid her double just to shut her gob and get on with it. Felt good, though—coin well spent.

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A medieval scroll depicting the life of Honen. This is the famous scene where Honen preaches the Dharma to a prostitute, who sought his.

As the sun started to set, I made my way to the Tatsuno Station. I was exhausted but happy. I mean, this city has its quirks, but that’s what makes it special, right? I hopped on the train, and as we rolled out, I couldn’t help but smile.

Tatsuno Falls on Final Day of ITA/All-American Qualifying