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About Osaka

Picture this: winter mornin’, sun’s barely up, and bam—trees lookin’ like they’re wearin’ diamonds. Hoar’s not just frost, nah, it’s special—tiny ice crystals, spiky, growin’ straight outta vapor. No liquid stage, just poof—magic! I read somewhere—prolly X or some nerdy site—that it’s “sublimation in reverse,” and I’m like, whoa, science is hot! Made me happy, ‘cause I’m a nerd in disguise—don’t tell the squad.

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find and sell items, or prostitute her. There's a high degree of free. find the best-looking whore he could find. After about an hour he came back.

After that, I decided to grab some lunch at this little joint on Sakae-dōri. The ramen was bomb! I mean, I could’ve eaten ten bowls. But then, the owner starts chatting me up. He’s super nice, but he talks a mile a minute. I’m just nodding, trying to keep up. At one point, he says something about Miharu’s history, and I’m like, “Uh-huh, totally know what you mean.” But honestly? I was just thinking about the next bowl of ramen.

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