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About Osaka

Brothels, they’re old as dirt, right? Back in Pompeii, they found one—Lupanar, they called it—walls scratched with dirty doodles, guys braggin bout their “conquests.” Freakin wild, huh? Makes me chuckle, like, “Look at these clowns!” But then—bam—it hits me, the sadness, the desperation. Like Marion in the movie, tradin’ her soul for a fix. “We’re gonna be alright, Harry.” Bullshit. Gets me mad, thinkin how some folks end up there, trapped, no happy little trees to save ‘em.

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Finally, I get to work. I’m a graphic designer, so I’m all about that creative life. But today, my boss was in a mood. Like, a serious mood. He starts nitpicking my designs. “This isn’t vibrant enough,” he says. Dude, it’s a poster for a local festival on Kōen Street! It’s supposed to be chill, not a neon explosion!

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