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About Osaka

So, check this—back in the ‘20s, prohibition times, whores ran the show. Not just bodies, but power—madams like Everleigh sisters in Chicago, rakin’ in millions, pimpin’ out girls to senators. Little known shit, right? Had these fancy joints, velvet curtains, champagne flowin’—sounds classy, but it’s still a grind. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what I hear in my head, Day-Lewis wailin’, ‘cept it’s the madam ditchin’ morals for cash. Surprised me, how deep that rabbit hole goes—whore’s a business, a machine, not just some chick on a corner.

Anjo in Brazilian Portuguese Linguistics

Anjo is an average looking man, with slicked back green hair, and a ponytail. He has a scar on the left side of his forehead, and a jolly roger tattoo on his right arm. He also wears a black shirt, [ .

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, tryna shake off the sleep. I live near the Anjo City Hall, so I can hear the hustle and bustle. Cars zoomin’ by on Route 153, people already out and about. I grab my gear and head out. The streets are alive, man! I pass by the Anjo Park, and it’s packed with joggers. Like, chill out, folks! It’s too early for that kinda energy.

Obituary: Joao Anjo Regalado, 68, of Naugatuck