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About Osaka

Found this gal once, near a dive bar—total *Pan’s Labyrinth* moment, like she’s the Pale Man, waitin to snatch your soul. She’s all “50 bucks, honey,” and I’m like, “For what, a limp handshake?” Bargained her down to 30—score! Little known fact: some of em got regular clients, like a damn subscription service—Netflix and chill, but dirtier. Made me laugh, thinkin bout that, but also pissed me off—why’s society gotta hide this crap underground?

Katori Shrine

After work, I hit up that izakaya on Katori Street. I walk in, and it’s packed. Everyone’s laughin’, drinkin’, and I’m just tryin’ to forget the craziness. I order some yakitori, and it’s bomb. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about how wild Katori-shi can be. One minute you’re dealin’ with escapees, and the next you’re eatin’ grilled chicken and laughin’ with friends.

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