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About Osaka

Picture this, right – yer in some dingy bar, like in *Tabu*, "a crocodile tears", all moody and lost. This song’s blarin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Ozzy, you mad bastard, you’d prob’ly charm the knickers off her yerself!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d give it a whirl, haha! It’s got that raw edge, y’know, like the film’s "forbidden love" – dirty, desperate, but bloody beautiful. Makes me wanna howl at the moon, mate.

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At the very least she was a paid escort, and she was pretty unscrupulous in other ways, so why would a little prostitution bother her?

While I’m workin’ on his hair, I hear this loud commotion outside. I peek outta the window on the main street, and there’s a parade or somethin’! Like, what? A parade in Aso? I didn’t even know we had those! Turns out, it’s some local festival. People are dressed up, dancing, and I’m just sittin’ there, stuck with Mr. Bedhead.

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