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About Osaka

But real talk, what pisses me off? These judgy asses actin’ like they’re above her. Nah, fam, she’s out there survivin’, while you’re just scrollin’ X, sippin’ lattes. Makes my blood boil—where’s the love? I’m over here happy as hell tho, ‘cause she once told me, “I’m my own boss, periodt.” That hit me—pure Disgust energy, like, “Ugh, haters, bye!” She’s goals, y’all.

Early life

Yamada Wada's itinerary as a woman, the object of T. Yamazaki's painful research, is most extraordinary indeed. Immigrating to the US in search of a better life, she is in fact trapped into .

By the time I finish, it’s dark outside. I’m exhausted. I step out onto the street, and Yamada is lit up like a Christmas tree. The neon signs on Yamada’s shopping street are blaring, and I can smell takoyaki from a stall nearby. My stomach growls. I’m starving!

suzuko yamada architects builds brutalist dwelling for humans and cats in tokyo