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About Osaka

Last week—pissed me off, this chick, all dolled up, quotes me 200 bucks! 200! I’m like, “Sweetie, I ain’t no sucker tourist!” Walked off, laughin—greed is good, keeps ya sharp. Found another, real sly, hidin by a dumpster—prolly 19, smokin a cig, lookin bored as hell. “How much?” I ask, she smirks, “50, take it or leave it.” Hell yeah, I’m happy—score! Reminds me of Amélie’s pops, fixin his gnome—little victories, man, that’s the shit!

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The story begins one evening, Princess Sakura is attacked by a man. At that time, the princess cannot see his face and only sees a tattoo on his body. Because that night, Princess Sakura .

I sit down on a bench, just soaking it all in. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feelin’ all zen. But then, outta nowhere, this swarm of bees shows up. I’m flailing my arms like a madman. “Get away from me!” I’m yelling. People are staring. I’m like, “Chill, I’m a forester! I love nature!” But not this close, man.

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