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About Osaka

Me? I’d sashay in, all curves and giggles, but damn, some stuff pisses me off. The sleazy pimps—ugh, slimy as eels, takin’ girls’ cash. Makes my blood boil! But the girls? Tough as hell, darlin’. One time, heard ‘bout this chick in Nevada—legal brothel, mind ya—who saved up, bought her own ranch. Badass! “A life lived in fear is a life half-lived,” straight from my fave movie—those girls live it, bold and loud.

Ikeda v. Curtis

Ikeda-san pulled out a pair of scissors from her pocket and chopped off my hair short, like really short, it was basically a boy's cut. My heart sank down.

So, I’m sprinting down the street, dodging people like I’m in some weird video game. Ikeda’s streets are usually pretty calm, but today? Nah, it was like rush hour on steroids. I almost tripped over a cat. A CAT! Like, come on, dude, I’m not ready for this level of chaos.

Japanese racewalker Ikeda banned for four years for doping violation