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About Osaka

I’m ragin’ tho—some punters think they own ‘em. Makes me wanna smash a goblet on their thick skulls. “Fear is a wonderful thing,” I mutter, like in *Inside Out*, when Riley’s all lost. Happy bit? Found this one bird—sharp as a whip, she was. Told me she once nicked a bloke’s purse mid-shag. Laughed me arse off—proper legend, that one. Surprised me, too—didn’t expect smarts with the looks.

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I’m laughing at myself, though. Gotta find the humor, right? So I start walking down to the Midori Park. It’s usually so peaceful, but today? It’s a swamp. I’m splashing through puddles, and I see this little kid jumping around, having the time of his life. I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.”

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