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About Osaka

So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

Prostitution:

"I once brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel.” Madame: What can we do for you? Tyrion: I need a woman to lay with, for mine has.

While I’m workin’ on her hair, I glance out the window. There’s this street performer on Handa’s main drag, Takahama Street. He’s playin’ the shamisen, and it’s actually pretty dope. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I should’ve learned that instead of cuttin’ hair.” But then I remember my love for scissors.

Khang Joins Lee Atop ISPS Handa Women’s Scottish Open Leaderboard in Round Two