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About Osaka

Gets me mad, though—folks sneerin’ at ‘em. Call ‘em filth, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, fat stupid hobbits, all of ‘em! Me, I respect the hustle. Takes balls, or—well, somethin’—to face the night, the leers, the cold. Happy? Nah, not really—sad for ‘em, sometimes. Heard ‘bout this gal, Marie, worked the docks, sang like a lark. Died young, syphilis. Gut punch, that. Coulda been a violin, her voice—wasted on grimy sailors.

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Shimizu Street. Gotta get my morning fix, ya know? Grabbed a melon pan and a can of iced coffee. Best combo ever! But then, as I’m munching, I see this dude in a suit, totally losing it. He’s yelling at some poor shopkeeper. Turns out, he forgot his wallet. Classic! I mean, who forgets their wallet? I almost laughed out loud.

Swimming Time!