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About Osaka

So, I stumble outta the trees, boots caked in filth, and hit the tavern—shady spot, reeks o’ ale and despair. There she be, a wench with eyes like stolen stars, leanin’ on the bar. “Thou art a thief,” I mutter, “stealin’ me breath like Cobb nabbin’ secrets!” She smirks—ooh, that got me riled! Cheeky tart, playin’ me like a fiddle. I’m half-angry, half-buzzin’, ‘cos she’s a riddle wrapped in silk.

Getting there and around

I get to my shop, and it’s a mess. I mean, I’m a watchmaker, not a cleaner! Tools everywhere, parts scattered like confetti. I’m just about to dive into fixing this old pocket watch when BAM! The door swings open. It’s this lady, all flustered and soaked. She’s like, “Help! My watch stopped!” I’m thinking, “Lady, it’s pouring outside, and you’re worried about a watch?” But I can’t be rude, so I’m like, “Sure, bring it over.”

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