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Oi, mate, I’m fuckin’ Ozzy, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” So, ‘ere’s me take on whores, right? Been thinkin’ ‘bout them birds lately. Whores, they’re like them colorful streets in *Amélie*, y’know? “Life’s funny, eh?”—like that line from the flick. They got mystery, sass, an’ a bit o’ chaos. Reminds me o’ Amélie skippin’ stones, all free-like.

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I hit the streets of Otake, cruisin’ down the narrow lanes of Kōen-dōri. The sun was blazin’, and I was feelin’ good. I mean, who wouldn’t? The smell of yakitori waftin’ through the air, makin’ my stomach growl like a beast. I stopped by this little joint, Yakiniku no Katsu. Best grilled meat in town, no cap. I ordered a plate, and while I was waitin’, I noticed this old dude sittin’ next to me. He was chattin’ up a storm, talkin’ about the good ol’ days. I was like, “Yeah, man, I get it. But I’m tryin’ to eat here!”

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