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About Osaka

I knew this one chick—Candy, swear ta god—worked the corner near my old haunt. She’d wink, sayin, “You’re my kind,” like I’m some ghost pimp. Laughed my ass off! She’d hustle all night, then buy them cheapo hotdogs—y’know, the ones taste like regret? Made me happy seein her eat, tho—tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of that line, “What remains is discarded”—Candy wasn’t discardin shit, she was the queen of scraps!

Follow your nature.

Yo, lemme tell ya about my wild day in Arai. Man, it was a rollercoaster, for real. I woke up, sun blazin’ through my window, and I’m like, “Today’s the day!” I had a big promo event at Arai’s famous beach, Nishiura. You know, the one with the soft sand and killer views? Yeah, that one.

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