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About Osaka

Walkin’ past neon signs, I’m sizin’ em up. One’s got a vibroblade scar—badass. Another’s smokin’ death sticks, winkin’ like she owns me. “The concierge is at your service”—yeah, right, more like, “Pay up, mask-face.” Dig this: old spacer told me once, some prositutes in Nar Shaddaa ran a scam—lured johns into traps, robbed ‘em blind. Sneaky bastards. Love that hustle, tho—keeps ya sharp.

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First stop, the local konbini. Gotta fuel up. I’m talkin’ onigiri and a strong coffee. I’m munchin’ on my breakfast, and boom! I see this old dude, like, 80 years old, tryin’ to cross the street at the intersection of Kōen-dōri and Shibushi-cho. He’s shufflin’ like he’s in a slow-mo movie. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon man, you got this!” But then, outta nowhere, a bike zooms past him. I swear, I almost lost it.

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