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About Osaka

So, I hit the streets, man—London’s swingin’ ’60s still echoin’ in my bones. Found this chick, all dolled up, mini skirt tighter than a spy’s alibi. “Fancy a shag, luv?” I says, winkin’ like a cheeky git. She’s cool, real cool—says her name’s Ruby, been workin’ the corner since the Beatles dropped *Revolver*. Little known fact, baby: prossies back then had code words—like “red lorry” meant a quickie! Blew my mind, yeah!

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s peeking through my window on Kōen-dōri. I’m like, “Sweet, let’s grab some breakfast.” Hit up this tiny café on Kōen-dōri. Best pancakes ever! Fluffy like clouds, I’m tellin’ ya. But then, boom! My phone buzzes.

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