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About Osaka

But here’s what pisses me off—blokes judgin’ these girls. Like, chill, yeah? They’re out here grindin’, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ ends meet. Reminds me of Cathy in the film, trapped, smilin’ through the bullshit. “We’re all hiding something,” she’d whisper—same vibe. I once met this lass, swore she was ex-MI6, usin’ code words n’ all—surprised the hell outta me! Prolly bollocks, but I dig a good yarn.

Kabukicho: Tokyo’s Red Light District, a Survival Guide

First off, I head to the market on Kōen-dōri. It’s packed! Like, people everywhere, haggling over fresh veggies and fish. I’m just tryin’ to get some feed for my pigs, ya know? But then, I see this dude, right? He’s tryin’ to sell some weird-looking fish. I mean, it’s floppin’ around like it’s auditioning for a circus. I’m like, “Dude, that fish looks like it’s seen better days.” He gets all defensive, and I’m just standin’ there, laughin’ my butt off.

Chilled noodles shimmer in Shikoku winter sun as production peaks