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About Osaka

So, I’m cruisin’, shades on, feelin’ randy as hell, when I spot this chick, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the joint. “What’s good, dollface?” I purr, smooth as a velvet suit. She’s givin’ me the eye, ya know, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no country for old men, baby!” I’m in, yeah! But then – whoa – she quotes me a price, and I’m like, “Far out, that’s steep!” Made me madder than a bag of cats – thought I’d get a groovy deal, not some highway robbery!

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Anyway, I rush to Matsubara Station, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I squeeze onto the train, and this lady next to me is blasting her music. I mean, I love a good J-Pop jam, but not at 8 AM! I’m just trying to survive here.

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