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About Osaka

I reckon it’s bloody brilliant—happy vibes all round. Had me a go once, right? Some lass in Lys—gods, those hands! Slidin’ like silk, tension meltin’ away, I was half-pissed on wine, thinkin’, “This beats a battlefield.” But—here’s the kicker—it’s not all roses. Some twits think it’s a free pass to a brothel. Pissed me off, that. It’s art, ya dolts, not a quick shag! Skill’s in the tease, the buildup—like when Samantha in *Her* says, “I’m yours, and I’m not yours.” That’s the vibe—close, but untouchable.

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But then, the day took a turn. I was walking back, and I saw this huge crowd near the Tsuma Station. Turns out, there was a street performance! These guys were doing some insane tricks. I was hyped! But then, this one dude fell flat on his face. I felt bad, but I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, c’mon, man!

Benjamin Washiali's aide, driver injured in burial fracas