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About Osaka

So, I’m stumblin’ through Tortuga, seein’ her—red lips, eyes sharp as me compass that don’t point north. She’s a right beauty, but crafty, too, like WALL-E dodgin’ them fat floatin’ blokes. Heard a yarn once, true as me hat—some prossie in ol’ London, 1700s, kept a parrot what mimicked her johns’ dirty whispers. Used it to blackmail ‘em! Clever lass, eh? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ her squawkin’ bird spillin’ secrets.

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After that, I grab some dinner at a ramen shop on Nishikawa Street. The broth is rich, the noodles are perfect. I’m in heaven. I chat with the owner, who’s super friendly. He tells me about the history of Fukayacho. Did you know it used to be a fishing village? Crazy, right?