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About Osaka

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Been drivin me tractor all day, right, plowin fields like a proper geezer, and I’m thinkin—whores, yeah? What a bloody concept! *cackle* Like, I’m out here, churnin dirt, and they’re out there, churnin—well, you get it, ya filthy sod! Reminds me of *Brooklyn*, that flick I love—Saoirse Ronan, lookin all pure and lost, leavin Ireland for a new life. Whores tho? They ain’t leavin nuffin behind—they’re the bloody baggage!

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So, I bail from the museum and hit up this little café on Shōwa-dōri. The barista is super chill, and I order a slice of matcha cake. It’s like heaven in my mouth! I’m sittin’ there, just vibin’, when this old dude starts talkin’ to me. He’s like, “You know, Mooka has a rich history.” I’m like, “Yeah, I just learned that in the museum.” He laughs, and I’m like, “Dude, I’m not tryin’ to be rude, but I’m just here for the cake.”

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