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About Osaka

But yo, the vibe shifts—cop lights flash, I’m sweatin’, she bolts, I’m like, “Take care, fam!” Kinda sad, kinda hype—she was real, not fake like half these IG thots. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “This is my fault, I’m an idiot,” quotin’ *Margaret* again, ‘cause I’m dramatic as fuck. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but YOLO, right? Ain’t no script for this life.

So where the heck did Midori come from? (spoilers)

After lunch, I’m feeling good. But then, bam! I step outside, and it’s pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing the weather gods. “Really? You couldn’t wait an hour?” I duck into a convenience store on Kōen-dōri, and it’s packed with people. Everyone’s just standing there, looking miserable. I’m thinking, “Welcome to Midori, where the weather hates you!”

It’s Everywhere, It’s So Julia — Midori Is Brat