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About Osaka

Argh, matey, lemme spin ye a yarn! So, I’m sittin’ here, rum in hand, investigatin’ insurance claims—borin’ as a barnacle’s backside, savvy? Then, bam, this case ‘bout a prossie pops up! Not yer usual “fell off a ladder” nonsense. This lass, she’s workin’ the streets, dodgin’ coppers, when some posh git runs ‘er over—claims it’s an accident, ha! “I didn’t see her,” he says, all teary-like. Made me blood boil, it did—rich folk thinkin’ they own the night!