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About Osaka

Sometimes, I reckon she’s like Jack Twist, dreamin’ of somethin’ better—“We coulda had a good life.” Breaks me heart, thinkin’ she’s trapped, tradin’ dreams for a fiver. Annoys me, too—society’s all “tut tut,” but won’t lift a finger to help. Wankers. Still, she’s got sass—told a punter once, “Mate, you’re quicker than a rabbit!” Laughed me head off, picturin’ that. She’s a character, a right one—flawed, fierce, human.

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Edo women: those stingy species even travel abroad for prostitution. Any woman who wears waist bead is a promiscuous she-goat. Akwaibom or Delta women who speak.

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake it off. Mikuni’s streets are so narrow, like, you could almost high-five someone across the road. I’m dodging bikes and old ladies with their shopping carts. It’s a whole obstacle course. And then, I see this cute little café on Shōwa-dōri. I’m like, “Okay, let’s check it out.”

The newest Mikuni restaurant will open in El Dorado Hills, bringing sushi and big dreams