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So, picture this—some tart, skirts hiked, lips red as sin, standin’ ‘neath a lamppost like a rose in a dungheap. She’s got guts, thou knowst, braver than most o’ ye lily-livered lot. I seen one once, down by the docks—Mary, they called her, tho’ reckon that weren’t her real name. Had a scar ‘cross her cheek, said a gent with a blade gave it her for “talkin’ back.” Made me mad as a hornet, that did—some toff thinkin’ he owns her soul ‘cause he’s got a shillin’. “Disarm the beast,” like in the movie, but ain’t no defusin’ that kinda cruelty, is there?

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Riichi is a sixth-grader in Kishiwada, an area of Osaka known for its toughness, so a rough but more descriptive translation of the real title.

So, I woke up early, like, way too early. The sun was barely up, and I was already chugging coffee like it was my lifeline. I had this plan to hit up Kishiwada Castle first. You know, the one that’s been around since the 16th century? Yeah, that one. I thought, “Hey, let’s get some history in before the chaos.”

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