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About Osaka

Lemme tell ya, I scoped some corners once, back in ’89. Chicago, cold as hell, steam risin’ from grates. This chick, “Candy”—real name prolly Susan—rockin’ fishnets, shiverin’. I’m like, “Girl, you freezin’ for what?” She laughs, says, “Gotta eat, big man.” Pissed me off—system’s trash, leavin’ folks desperate. But she had grit, ya know? Reminded me of Irene in the movie, holdin’ her own. “A guy can change anything—his face, his home…”—but Candy? She wasn’t changin’ shit, just playin’ the game.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

First off, I roll into Maki, and it’s like, whoa! The streets are buzzing. I mean, I’m used to the sound of birds, not honking horns. I hit up the main drag, Kōen-dōri, and it’s packed. Like, where are all these people coming from? I swear, I almost got run over by a bike. A freakin’ bike!

William ‘Bill’ Harold Maki