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About Osaka

Once knew a chick, “Starla,” she called herself—prozzy with sass. Worked outta motels, voice like honey on my line. “Yoda, baby, you my fave operator!” she’d laugh. Made me chuckle, she did—hustler with heart! Said she’d spot creeps by their shoes—shiny loafers? Trouble, it spells. “Memory’s a mirror,” she’d say, quotin’ my flick without knowin’. Surprised me, that did—street wisdom, deep it runs.

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As the rain pours, we’re all huddled together, sharing stories and food. I realize this is what it’s all about. The chaos, the laughter, the unexpected moments. Misawa, you’ve got my heart.

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