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About Osaka

Now, don’t get me wrong, it ain’t all roses. Some shady fellas lurk, makin’ my blood boil—reminds me of that scene where Otilia’s dealin’ with that sleazy guy. “You’re disgusting,” I’d holler, shakin’ my fist, probly trippin’ over my own boots ‘cause I’m clumsy as all get-out. But then, there’s this spark—met a gal once who said she’d dance circles ‘round me if I tried keepin’ up. Made me laugh ‘til my sides hurt! “Dolly,” I thought, “you’d be winded in two shakes!”

The Sisowath Quay riverside

Man, Okunoya ain't perfect. But it got soul. Every brick, every park bench bubbles life. I'm mad sometimes, happy sometimes. But it's real, and it's ours. I tell ya, it's like a live movie constantly unfoldin'.