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About Osaka

Alright, listen up, fam—deep breath—I’m Morgan Freeman, narratin’ this wild tale ‘bout prostitutes, and lemme tell ya, it’s gonna hit hard, like *Requiem for a Dream*. Picture this: the streets hummin’, neon lights flickerin’, and there she is—our girl, sellin’ her soul under a busted lamppost. “Dreams don’t come cheap,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout Sara Goldfarb poppin’ pills, chasin’ that TV glow. Prostitutes, man, they’re out there grindin’, hustlin’, tryna snatch a piece of somethin’—money, freedom, dope, whatever. Ain’t no fairy tale, nah, it’s raw, gritty, real.

Lennon in the work

prostitute". However, my attempt to remove her (with many others) was Someone should change all the "Yoko's" to "Ono's" (Ono is the family name.

After that, I hit up the Ono Castle Park. It’s beautiful, man. Cherry blossoms everywhere, petals floating like confetti. I’m snapping pics, feeling all artsy. Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and BAM! He knocks my phone right outta my hand. I’m like, “Seriously?! My phone just took a dive!” But the kid just giggles and runs off. Kids these days, right?

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