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About Osaka

So, I’m out dere, diggin’ for a gal, right? Da night’s dark, air’s thick, smells like coal and cheap perfume. I see her—red lips, tight skirt, leanin’ on a lamppost. “How happy is da blameless vestal’s lot!” I mutter, like in da movie—damn, she’s no angel, tho! I laugh, big Arnold laugh—HASTA LA VISTA, boredom! She winks, I swagger over, flexin’ a lil—gotta impress, ya?

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But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! Like, what?! The whole place is pitch black. People are freaking out, but I’m just laughing. “Guess we’re going old school!” I shout. Everyone starts clapping. It’s hilarious.

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