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About Osaka

Favorite flick’s “The Hurt Locker,” ya know? Explosive shit, tension like a brothel bust. Picture this: I’m glazing a window, right? Peepin’ in—girls in lace, dudes sweatin’, chaos! Reminds me of Bigelow’s bomb squad—danger’s the thrill, man! One time, fixed a frame in Reno, heard a story—some madam kept a pet snake, scared off cheapskates. True? Hell if I know, but damn funny!

Our Planet

I've fucked myself permanently." She works in a brothel, and who is called to do such work? As death is inevitable, they call it play, not work. I have also.

Finally, I got to the arena. The crowd was hyped! I could feel the energy buzzin’. My heart was racin’. I was ready to throw down. But then, I saw my opponent. This dude was massive! Like, he looked like he could bench press a car. I was like, “Great, just what I needed.”

Eiko Otake on an Artist of Rebellion and Rejection: Otake Chikuha