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About Osaka

Sarcasm, hah—whore’s life easy, they say? Bullshit, pure bullshit, harder than stone! Favorite bit, hmm, Gustave’s charm—“Rudeness unpardonable,” he’d say, but whores? Rude they ain’t, just real. Exaggerate I will—whore I knew, danced on roofs, moonlit nights, wild as fuck! Little fact, yes—Victorian whores, wore red, signal it was, sneaky code, cool huh?

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First off, I hit up the local market on Matsuzaki Street. You know, the one with all the fresh seafood? I’m talking about fish so fresh, they practically wink at ya. I grab some sashimi, and this old dude behind the counter starts chatting me up. He’s all like, “You gotta try the wasabi!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not trying to breathe fire today.” But he insists, so I’m like, “Fine, let’s do this.” I take a bite, and WHOA, my sinuses are clear! But then I’m coughing like a maniac. Thanks, old man.

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