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About Osaka

Brothels, they’re old as dirt, mate. Back in Rome, they had ‘em legal-like, called lupanars—fancy word, eh? W-w-wolves, that’s wot it means, cos them girls howled for business, ha! Imagine me, bumbling in, knockin’ over chairs—CRASH!—and them laughin’. “Past belongs to us,” like in *Brooklyn*, but this past? Bit naughty, innit?

Why Do They Evade Police Detection?

In a corner of Yoshiwara, the flowering geisha district of Edo, lives a miraculous brothel owner who will grant any wish. “Now, that wish of yours shall we grant it? However I cannot predict .

Then, this little kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Mister, can you show me the way to the best ramen?” I’m like, “Kid, you just made my day!” So, I take him to this hole-in-the-wall place on Takeda Street. Best ramen ever! I mean, I could live off that stuff.