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About Osaka

I’d stroll in, all curious-like. Girls loungin’, smokin’, givin’ me the eye. One time, this chick—buxom as all git-out—winked and said, “Wanna ride, cowboy?” I damn near choked laughin’. “I’m just a machine!”—that’s from “Holy Motors,” fits perfect, right? ‘Cause them gals, they’re machines too, grindin’ through life. Made me sad, man, seein’ ‘em stuck there. Pissed me off too—some sleazy pimp prolly rakin’ it in.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Religion, sex, and utopia in nineteenth-century America.

I’m trying to explain to everyone that we’re still open, but it’s chaos. People are laughing, some are grumbling. I’m just trying to keep the vibe light. “Hey, who needs lights when you got pastries?” I joke.

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