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About Osaka

Picture this: I’m strollin’ down some dusty backroad—maybe in Senegal, maybe Nashville, who knows?—lookin’ for a gal who’s sellin’ a little company. Ain’t no judgment here, honey, I’m just curious as a cat with a ball o’ yarn. First thing I notice? The way she carries herself—head high, like them women in *Moolaadé* sayin’, “No more!” She’s got that fire, y’know? Reminds me of Collé in the movie, shoutin’, “I won’t let it happen!”—only this gal’s fightin’ her own kinda battle, tradin’ love for a buck. Makes me tear up a bit, thinkin’ how life twists us all up funny.

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Midori finds her mother dead, now as an orphan she must find a new home, she gets invited by a nice gentleman, only to realize that she's been duped by the.

After that, I finally head home. I’m exhausted but happy. Midori’s got this weird charm, you know? Even when it’s a mess, it’s still beautiful. I get home, kick off my wet shoes, and just laugh. What a day!

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