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About Osaka

Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—about this brothel biz! I’m sittin here, countin numbers all day, tax forms up to my eyeballs, and I’m thinkin—why not dive into somethin juicy like a brothel? Not that I’m runnin one, ha! But as an accountant, I’d be lyin if I said I ain’t curious bout the cash flow in those joints. Money’s gotta be wild—tricklin in all sneaky like, probly half of it stuffed under mattresses or somethin shady. Makes me mad tho—imagine the books! Total mess, I bet, no receipts, just chaos. “We’re a family,” like Royal Tenenbaum says, but this family’s got secrets dirtier than my ledger after tax season.

Welcome to Suki Desu!

I get to work, and as I’m cutting, I hear someone shout, “Look out!” I turn, and this branch falls right next to me. I’m like, “Whoa! That was close!” Everyone gasps, and I’m just standing there, trying to play it cool. Inside, I’m like, “What the heck just happened?!”

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