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About Osaka

So, this tart’s out there, flogging her wares near the dodgy end of town. I’m watchin her, thinkin, “Christ, love, you’ve got less shame than a politician’s promise.” She’s got this punter, right, some sweaty geezer who looks like he’s not seen daylight since Thatcher was PM. She’s all, “Hurry up, darling,” cackling like a hyena, and I’m fuming—cos it’s 3 a.m., and I’m freezin my bollocks off tailing her! Little known fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, prossies like her’d use arsenic to look pale and sexy—mental, innit? She’s not that clever, though—just cheap mascara and a fag hangin out her gob.

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A young woman is forced to spend one night as a brothel worker in order to pay the medical expenses for their ailing son.

But then, outta nowhere, this guy barges in. He’s yelling about something. I can’t even understand him. Turns out, he’s mad about the price of mochi. Like, dude, chill! It’s mochi, not gold! I’m rolling my eyes, thinking, “Get a grip, man.”

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