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About Osaka

Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

Accusations of police and criminal harassment, but police give a different story

Then, I hit up the train station. Zama Station, man, it’s always a hustle. I’m dodging people left and right, trying not to spill my drink. And of course, I missed my train by like, two seconds. Just my luck! So, I had to wait for the next one. I swear, the trains in Zama are like clockwork, but today? Nah, not happening.

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