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About Osaka

But—ugh—she stinks o’ cheap gin, and them heels? Clackin’ louder’n a storm bell! Annoys me rotten, that noise—worse’n gulls screamin’ at dawn. Still, she’s got guts, standin’ there, rain or shine, dodgin’ coppers like a eel. Once saw her chuck a bottle at some toff who stiffed her—wham! Glass everywhere, him runnin’ like a whipped pup. “Zut alors!” I cheered, straight outta Amélie’s Paris vibe—loved that, I did.

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We decide to duck into a nearby izakaya on Kōen-dōri. It’s cozy, and the vibe is chill. We order some drinks, and I’m finally relaxin’. But then, I spill my drink all over the table. I’m like, “Seriously?!” Kenji’s laughin’ so hard, he’s almost cryin’.

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