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About Osaka

Met one once, in Prague—stunner, she was. Called herself Vesper, cheeky nod, eh? Hair like spun gold, eyes sharper than my Walther PPK. “Lobby boy, fetch my coat,” she quipped, laughin’. Had me shook—thought she’d nick my Aston Martin! Turned out, she’d nicked somethin’ worse—my bloody heart. Didn’t see that comin’, mate. She’d worked the streets since 16—hustlin’, dodgin’ fists, savin’ for a flat. Respect, y’know? Real guts.

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In Ni-chome, you’ll experience a free and inclusive atmosphere where people of all sexual orientations can express themselves openly, which is why it attracts many visitors who support .

I woke up in my tiny apartment on Kōen-dōri. You know, the street with all the ramen shops? Yeah, that one. Smelled like soy sauce and dreams. I grabbed a quick breakfast—some onigiri, my go-to. I swear, if I don’t have my rice fix, I’m a mess.