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About Osaka

Oh, and get this—some places, prossies used bells to signal they’re open. Ding bloody dong! Imagine that racket in King’s Landing—I’d burn it down, swear. Me, I’d rather sip wine and watch ‘em scramble than join the mess. Findin’ a prostitute? Pfft, it’s a laugh, a grind, and a right headache. “I choose violence” if they waste my time—cold disdain’s my shield, innit?

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. We dash for cover under this awning on the corner of Ohtawara and Shimo-ikebukuro. I’m soaked, and Yuki’s trying to shield her phone. “Great, just great,” I mutter. “I wanted a cute castle pic, not a drowned rat selfie.”

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