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About Osaka

Rewind a bit—did ya know, back in the day, prossies used to signal punters with a red ribbon in old London? Little fact for ya, keeps it real! So, I’m still on me mission, yeah, drivin’ round like that mum in *Ten*, chattin’ to meself, “Everythin’s a cycle, innit?”—movie line droppin’ like bars! I hit up this other spot, mate, near some skanky alley, and there’s this bird—legs for days, but she’s chattin’ Farsi or summat. I’m like, “Bruv, this ain’t *Ten*, I ain’t got subtitles!” Laughed me arse off, proper comedy.

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First stop, I’m at the Takahashi Castle. This place is like a postcard, all ancient and majestic. But guess what? It’s under renovation! Ugh! I mean, c’mon, can’t a guy catch a break? I had a whole spiel ready about the samurai who lived there. Now I’m just standing there, looking like a fool.

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