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About Osaka

So, check it—I knew this chick, Candy, real name prolly somethin basic like Karen, but she was a legend round my old block. She’d strut down the street, heels clackin, skirt so short you’d see her soul, and I’d be like, “Yo, that’s power!” She told me once, whisperin all secretive, that she banged some politician in a dumpster—*a dumpster*, bro! Said he paid her double to keep it hush. Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories that’d make your jaw drop, shit you won’t find on Google, nah mean? I was happy as hell hearin that, like, “Get that bag, girl!” but also pissed—why’s the world gotta make her hide it?

‘Beauty is a Wound’ by Eka Kurniawan (Review)

So, I head back to my garden, and I’m finally getting into the groove. I’m pruning, watering, and just vibin’. Then, I hear this loud music blasting from somewhere. It’s like a festival or something. I’m curious, so I wander over to the sound.

Site inspection conducted at Vietnam resort pool where Japanese boy drowned