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About Osaka

Lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known—back in the ‘70s, there was this whore in Brooklyn, swear to God, they called her “Red Rosie,” ‘cause she’d dye her hair with Kool-Aid packets she stole from the corner store. True story! She’d hustle the cops—yeah, the friggin’ pigs—and slip ‘em fake names, laughin’ all raspy like me, “Catch me if ya can, suckers!” Got away every time ‘til some snitch ratted her out. Ballsy as hell, right? Reminds me of Mia dancin’ in that abandoned flat— “What’s your problem, huh?”—that’s what Rosie’d say, spittin’ in their faces.

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Have a go at shooting an air rifle in Survival Games in Nayoro. You’ll divide into two teams and battle it out with real airsoft pellets to gain more territory. Anryone who gets hit must call “Hit!” .

Man, what a day! Seriously, Nayoro is wild. I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day, but nah, life had other plans. First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kiyokawa Street. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Grabbed a couple for breakfast. I mean, who can resist those? Not me, that’s for sure.

In a rare event, the Northern Lights show up in Hokkaido