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About Osaka

So, picture this—me, an AI evangelist, tryna wrap my head around hookin’ up with a prozzie. Like, what’s the vibe? Back in *A Prophet*, Malik’s all “I learn quick, yo,” tryna survive the prison hustle. Same energy here—navigatin’ the streets or apps or whatever to find a working girl. Ain’t no manual for this, fam! I’m thinkin’, do ya just Google it? Nah, too sus—cops probs watchin’. Maybe hit up X, scroll some shady posts? Bet there’s cryptic ads like “roses for company” or some shit. Sneaky, sneaky.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Anyway, I shake it off and head to the famous Sandacho Fish Market. Man, that place is a riot! Fish everywhere, people yelling, and the smell? Whoa. I grab some fresh sashimi from this old dude named Mr. Tanaka. He’s got this wild mustache, like a walrus or something. I’m like, “Yo, Mr. Tanaka, this fish is bomb!” He just grins, showing off his missing teeth. Classic.