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About Osaka

Picture this—me, strollin’ into some dodgy brothel, all cool-like. Dim lights, cheap perfume, girls givin’ me the eye. It’s a maze, mate, a bleedin’ labyrinth of vice. “We need to go deeper,” I mutter to myself, smirkin’, cos it’s a brothel, innit? Layers on layers—girls, rooms, secrets. Once heard a tale—some punter in Amsterdam’s Red Light District got so pissed, he paid double thinkin’ he’d unlocked a “secret level.” Bloke thought he was Cobb, plantin’ secrets in a tart’s head. Hilarious, but sad—wanker lost his watch too.

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LENAH NASICHE INZAI. Volunteer at Transforming community for social change. Transforming community for social change. Kakamega County, Kenya.

So, I get to the shop, and guess what? They’re outta my favorite decks! Like, are you kidding me? I’m standing there, fuming. I mean, how hard is it to stock up? I could’ve sworn I saw a guy in the corner snickering. I wanted to throw a card at him. But nah, I just rolled my eyes and grabbed a random deck.

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