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About Osaka

But here’s the rub—competition’s creepin’, big pharma sharks sniffin’ around. I’m thinkin’, “Don’t get cocky, kid,” like Corsican dude in the movie warns. Stock’s volatile, up, down, like a goddamn stripper on a pole. Last week, dipped 15%, had me yellin’ at the screen—fuckin’ amateurs runnin’ this show! Still, volume’s spikin’, smart money’s in—maybe they know somethin’. Word on X says FDA’s eyein’ it close, could be a goldmine or a fuckin’ toilet flush.

Introductions in Kyoto

So, I woke up late, as usual. My alarm? Totally ignored. I jumped outta bed, threw on whatever was on the floor, and bolted out the door. First stop? The local konbini on Matsubara Street. Gotta get my caffeine fix, right? Grabbed a can of that sweet, sweet iced coffee. Best way to kick off a day, no doubt.