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About Osaka

I was strollin’ one night—okay, maybe stumblin’, had a few beers—thinkin’ about how corrupt this world is. Saw this gal, fishnets, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ against a busted lamppost. Looked tired, but tough—like she’d seen some shit. Made me sad, man. “Who’s gonna save us?”—that’s straight from *Leviathan*, and it hit me hard. Nobody’s savin’ her, ‘cept maybe herself. That’s the spirit I love! Resilient as fuck.

Unconscious Incompetence

Lies are a remarkable thing. That was the one truth that Kokichi Oma would accept. Lies were his passion. His essence. His being. All he needed were lies.

After that, I wander over to the Oma Castle ruins. It’s got this vibe, you know? History just oozes from the stones. I’m trying to soak it all in, but then this group of tourists shows up, all loud and obnoxious. They’re taking selfies like they’re at a rock concert. I’m standing there, rolling my eyes, thinking, “Can’t a guy enjoy some peace?”

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