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About Osaka

So I walk up, all cool, like, “Yo, what’s good?” She smirks, says somethin’ sassy—prolly calls me “sugar” or some shit. I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “This chick’s a trip!” Reminds me of Joe dancin’ with them dames—smooth as fuck. But here’s the kicker—turns out she’s got a fake leg, right? Peg leg hooker, motherfucker! Swear to God, blew my damn mind. I’m like, “That’s some next-level texture right there!” Scratches, dents—shit I’d kill to model in 3D. She catches me starin’, goes, “What, you into prosthetics, freak?” I’m dyin’, man—humor’s dark as hell.

Statistics

I finally make it to the research center on Yamato’s Chuo-dori. It’s a pretty chill place, but today was chaos. My boss, Mr. Tanaka, was in a mood. He’s all like, “Where’s the data?” And I’m like, “Dude, chill. I’m on it!” But inside, I’m freaking out. I had a million things to do.

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