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About Osaka

So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

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So, I’m standing there, fuming, when I hear this loud commotion outside. I rush out, and there’s this parade of school kids on Ashiya’s main street, all decked out in their uniforms, waving flags like they’re in some epic battle. Turns out, it was just a local sports day thing. But man, the energy was infectious! I couldn’t help but smile. Kids were running around, laughing, and I’m just standing there, coffee in hand, feeling like a proud parent.

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