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About Osaka

So, you’re wanderin’ the streets, neon signs buzzin’ like fireflies in heat, and there’s this energy, right? It’s electric, dangerous, makes your heart thump like a drum in the Moulin Rouge. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pint—it’s a dance, a game, and you gotta know the steps. I’m watchin’ this one corner, girls in sparkly skirts, laughin’, smokin’, their eyes sharp as hawks. Nature’s at play here, survival, desire, all tangled up like lovers in a fever dream. “Come what may,” they seem to say, tossin’ their hair, darin’ you to step closer.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

But then, out of nowhere, this random cat jumped on my lap. I freaked out! I’m not a cat person! It was all purring and rubbing against me. I was like, “Get off, you furry monster!” Yuki was dying of laughter. “You’re such a drama queen!” she teased. I couldn’t help but laugh too.

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