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About Osaka

I’m hagglin’—badly, mind ye—’cause I’m three sheets to the wind, an’ she’s sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a construct,” she snaps, like I’m some bleedin’ actor in Kaufman’s play, an’ I’m thinkin’, *lass, ye’ve no idea!* That got me riled, aye—don’t ye dare call Cap’n Jack a puppet! But then she winks, an’ I’m happy as a clam, ‘cause she’s got sass, an’ I like ‘em feisty. “Savvy?” I slur, an’ she rolls her eyes—fair ‘nough!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

First thing, I’m mixing dough for my famous anpan. You know, the sweet red bean buns? Yeah, those. I’m humming some old J-Pop, feeling all good, when suddenly—BAM! The power goes out. Like, seriously? I’m standing there in the dark, flour everywhere, and I’m like, “Great, just great.”

Muhammad al-Nabari, the forward-thinking mayor of Hura