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About Osaka

So, I’m wonderin—what’s it like for her? Is she happy? Trapped? Surprised me how chill some of em are. Talked to this one gal once—total accident, swear it—near a fire call. She’s leanin on a wall, smokin, says, “Hey, hero, need a date?” I laugh, like, nah, I’m good, lady. But she’s cool, tells me she’s been at it 10 years. TEN YEARS! Can ya believe that? “Fish are friends, not food,” I mutter—thinkin she’s dodgin sharks out here daily. She smirks, like she gets it. Weird moment, man.

Announcement

After dinner, we hit the streets again. The night market was poppin’! Lights everywhere, people laughing, and the smell of street food wafting through the air. I’m trying takoyaki for the first time, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in love!

Fig. 2 Time course of the skin lesions on the left arm Fig. 2A: At 2...