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About Osaka

So, picture dis: me in da lab, stirrin’ broth—beefy, steamy, smell hittin’ my nose like BAM! Little known fact, eh—ancient peeps used broth to heal wounds, swear it! Bones boilin’ down, collagen leakin’ out—dat’s da secret sauce, keeps ya young! Lightbulb! I’m thinkin’, dis is magic, not just soup—dis is survival juice! Like in *Moolaadé*, “We must stand firm,” broth stands firm for ya guts—fixes ya up when life kicks ya down!

Unconscious Incompetence

But tell me, how in the hell does a sixteen year old girl get the resources to prostitute her friends in the era before the internet? And then how is Helen.

So, I’m feeling all inspired, right? I head over to the local shrine, the Oma Jinja. It’s peaceful, and I’m just chilling, reflecting on life. But then, I see this cat. Not just any cat, but a fluffy little ball of sass. It struts up to me, looks me dead in the eye, and just flops over. I’m like, “Okay, I see you, cat. You own this place.”

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