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About Osaka

Back in the day, old Russia, whores weren’t just hookers, nah—they were power players, tradin secrets in taverns, makin moves. Surprised the hell outta me! Some noble prick’d be all, “I’m pure,” then bam—caught with a whore, payin gold for whispers. Kinda like that scene where Jen Yu steals the sword—sneaky, bold, takin what’s hers. Greed’s my lens, man, I see the hustle in it. Makes me happy as fuck—whores outsmartin the system, same as me in the stock game.

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So, I’m walking, right? Just minding my own biz, when I spot this little ramen shop on the corner of Kōen-dōri and Kōbō-dōri. I’m like, “Heck yeah, I need some of that!” I order the tonkotsu, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I swear, I could’ve cried. But then, I spill some broth on my shirt. Ugh! Instant rage mode activated. I’m like, “Really? This is how we’re starting the day?”

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