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About Osaka

Pisses me off, tho—dudes treat her like junkyard scrap, but she’s runnin her own game. Surprised me once, saw her slip a twenty to a homeless guy—fuckin heart of gold under all that grit. “Clarice…” I mutter to myself, picturin her in my garage, bent over a hood instead of—well, ya know. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s a damn legend round here.

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As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back through the streets, and everything’s lit up. The neon signs on Kōen-dōri are glowing, and it’s like a scene from a movie. I’m feeling all the feels. But then, I trip on a crack in the sidewalk. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out, and this couple walks by, trying not to laugh. I just wave it off like, “Yeah, I meant to do that.”

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