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About Osaka

But real talk—it pisses me off sometimes. These girls, some of ‘em so young, out there freezin’ their tushies off, and for what? Crumbs from some sleazeball? Ugh, makes my blood boil! Then again, I get all mushy when I hear ‘bout one who saved up, got outta the game—happy tears, hon! Like, “Who’s cutting onions?!” *sniffles dramatically*

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Some of the best meals on my trip were in Osaka, all from random places I stumbled into, including Dotonbori.

So, I’m walking down the street, and I see this crazy street performer on Kishu Street. He’s juggling fire or something. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But nah, he’s just vibin’. I’m clapping, and suddenly, he throws a flaming baton right at me! I duck like I’m in a freaking action movie. Heart racing, I’m like, “Is this how I go out? In Kitahama, by a fire juggler?”

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