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About Osaka

Brothels, they’s old as sin—did ya know, back in Pompeii, they had ‘em? Wall paintin’s showin’ the deeds, dirty as mud. Me likes that, yesss—history’s a sneaky bugger. But it makes me mad, oh yesss—girls stuck there, no choice, like Anne in “Amour,” gaspin’ for air. We wants to scream, don’t we? Smash it all!

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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my buddy Kenji. He’s all hyped up about some new ramen joint that just opened near the Kuroda River. I’m like, “Dude, I just lost a sandwich to a bird!” But he’s relentless. “C’mon, man! You gotta try it!” So, we head over, and let me tell ya, this place is packed. Like, standing-room-only packed.

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