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About Osaka

The gig’s dicey, tho—folk whisper, “Jack’s gone rogue!” Nah, mate, just diggin’ truth from the muck. Prostitutes, they got stories—gritty ones. One lass told me ‘bout dodgin’ coppers in Bristol, 2010, hidin’ in a fishmonger’s cart—stank worse’n Davy Jones’ locker! Made me chuckle, sly as Amélie slippin’ notes under doors.

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The Private Life of Plants is about the ways in which desire can both worsen and mitigate our flaws. We meet amputee sons whose mothers cart them from brothel.

Finally, I get to my first job on Koshigoe Street. This lady, Mrs. Tanaka, bless her heart, wants a new window in her tea shop. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a time machine. The smell of matcha hits me, and I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, she shows me the window. It’s a mess! Cracked, foggy, and I’m pretty sure it’s been there since the Edo period. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you need a miracle, not just a glazier.”

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