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About Osaka

Lemme tell ya, I got pissed once—some chick quoted me $500 for an hour. $500! I’m like, “Lady, I sell insurance, not Wall Street!” Reminded me of Monty in *25th Hour*—“Champagne wishes and caviar dreams,” but I ain’t got that cash flow. Greed is good, sure, but I ain’t dumb. Negotiate, bro—always negotiate. They’ll drop it to $200 if ya push.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

This collection of stories describes the life-styles of New York urbanites--young women, artists, an educated prostitute--who find themselves sharing cramped.

After that, I finally get a break. I step outside onto the bustling streets of Tama. The smell of yakitori from a nearby stall hits me. I’m like, “Yes, please!” I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, and I see this street performer on the corner of Komae and Kawai. He’s juggling and singing, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re livin’ the dream!”

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