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About Osaka

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

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But then, I step outside, and it’s a full-on downpour. I’m soaked! I’m runnin’ down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in the Olympics. I’m laughin’ at myself, thinkin’, “What a sight! A drenched shepherd in Ide!”

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