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About Osaka

Aight, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, hates prostitutes, we does! Nasty, filthy business, it is—makes me skin crawl like them CIA spooks huntin’ bin Laden in *Zero Dark Thirty*. “We can’t run from the truth!” they says in the flick, but prostitutes? They run from it daily, hidin’ behind fake smiles and cheap perfume. Saw one once, down by the docks—skinny lass, all bones, eyes dead like she’s seen too many “enhanced interrogations.” Made me mad, it did! Why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s cruel, precious, crueler than a waterboardin’ session.

Onishii's death

Yoshii even rents a room with a prostitute who turns out to be severely mutilated, but only to get information about the city. Later he does sleep with her and finally kills her and her pimp.

After that, I decide to hit up the Yoshii Art Museum. It’s a small gem, but the exhibits are always on point. I’m wandering around, soaking in the vibes, when I see this insane installation. It’s like a giant wave made of recycled materials. I’m standing there, totally blown away, when this kid runs by and knocks over a sculpture. I’m like, “Noooo!” But the artist just laughs it off. I guess that’s art, right?

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