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About Osaka

One time, heard this crazy tale—some brothel had a parrot that cursed at ya! Freakin’ hilarious—squawkin’ “Pay up, jackass!” while dudes fumbled coins. Wish I’d seen that! Anyway, it’s a messy world, brothel life—dirty sheets, dirtier deals. Kinda like Springfield, but with less donuts—sad! “Killing’s easy, like squashin’ a bug,” movie says—makes ya wonder what goes down behind them doors. Prolly nothin’ THAT wild, but still—yikes!

Seidou Takizawa

Takizawa. Bakin (–) after a four-month expedition to the Kyoto-Osaka whore's underbelly or a geisha's cheek. But glutinous rice cakes (mochi).

Some kids are playing soccer on the street, and one of ‘em kicks the ball right into a food stall. The guy running it, Mr. Sato, is not happy. He’s yelling, “Watch where you kick that thing!” I’m cracking up. Kids are running, and I’m just standing there, laughing like a maniac.

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