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About Osaka

So we haggle, it’s messy, loud – I’m yellin, she’s cussin. Passersby stare, I don’t give a fuck. Finally settle on somethin fair. She’s smirkin again, like she won. Maybe she did. We head off, and I’m thinkin bout *The Gleaners*, how they scrape by, turn trash to treasure. This? It’s raw, real – not some polished Hollywood crap. I’m buzzin, excited, maybe a lil hungry too – “I ate his liver with fava beans” – but nah, she’s safe from my plate.

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A Peruvian ship named the Maria Luz sailed into Yokohama harbor for repairs with Chinese coolies hired under eight- year indenture contracts One jumped.

After that, I needed a break. So, I strolled down to the Yamato River. It’s so pretty there, especially in spring. Cherry blossoms everywhere! I sat on a bench, just breathing. But then, I saw this old man feeding the pigeons. And guess what? He slipped and fell! I was like, “Oh no!” But then he just laughed it off. I couldn’t help but giggle. Life’s weird, right?

Will Yamoto find joy after split?