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About Osaka

Me, I’d rather sing ‘em a song than judge ‘em—maybe “9 to 5,” get ‘em dancin’ ‘stead of cryin’. Oh, and here’s a quirky tidbit—did ya know some gals in New Orleans used to advertise with coded handkerchiefs back in the day? Red fer yes, blue fer no—ain’t that a stitch? I’d prob’ly mess it up and wave a polka-dot one, confusin’ everybody—typical Dolly, y’all!

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You look and dress like a fucking prostitute to me! And as a new prostitute, you will take your pants off, now!" Sakura blushes at the thought of being a prostitute.

So, I roll into town, and the first thing that hits me? The smell. Like, seriously, it’s a mix of street food and flowers. I’m talkin’ takoyaki sizzling on the grill and those cherry blossoms wafting through the air. I’m like, “Dude, I could get used to this.”

A Japanese-inspired Mother’s Day celebration at Mitsukoshi BGC