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About Osaka

Where do ya even start? Back in the day, Coruscant’s underworld—crawlin’ with ‘em. Not sayin’ I did, but I *saw*. Little known fact—some call ‘em “credits-for-comfort” girls. Funny, huh? Galactic slang, cracks me up. You’d think it’s all glitz—nah, it’s gritty. Stumble into a cantina, spot one—boom, negotiation’s on. “How much?” “What’s the vibe?” Like tradin’ blaster parts, but… sexier.

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First off, I hit up the local market on Kameyama Street. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m there, minding my own biz, when I spot this giant tuna. Like, seriously, it was the size of a small car. I’m thinkin’, “Who’s gonna eat that?” But then, this old dude starts haggling like he’s on a game show. I’m just standing there, popcorn in hand, watching this epic showdown. Dude ends up getting it for half price! I’m like, “What’s your secret, man?” He just winks and walks away. Classic.

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