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About Osaka

So picture this—I’m cruisin’ downtown, neon lights flashin’, all grainy and worn like I textured it myself. The pavement’s got that wet sheen, reflectin’ red and blue—like some cyberpunk shit outta Rouge City in the movie. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I ain’t tryna find no basic chick, I want one with *character*, ya know?” Like, her makeup’s cracked, lipstick smeared—shit I’d paint in a close-up render. Real shit! I spot this one chick, fishnets ripped, leanin’ on a lamppost. Motherfucker, she’s got *texture*! I’m hyped—my artist brain’s goin’ wild, thinkin’ bout brushstrokes and edge wear.

Early life

RAE says it can refer to someone who exchanges sex for money, so she more or less went straight to calling Akane a whore in that translation.

By the time I finish, it’s dark outside. I’m exhausted. I step out onto the street, and Yamada is lit up like a Christmas tree. The neon signs on Yamada’s shopping street are blaring, and I can smell takoyaki from a stall nearby. My stomach growls. I’m starving!

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