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About Osaka

Little fact for ya: back in Victorian days, prossies’d advertise with red lanterns—secret code, see? Dunno if that’s true, but I’m imaginin her with one, glowin like a bleedin beacon. “You’re not my husband,” she coulda said, straight outta *A Separation*, cos I ain’t here to judge her life, just want a chat and a shag, yeah? Surprised me how sharp she was—none o’ that vacant stare bollocks. We natter bout music, she reckons she loves a bit o’ Bowie—Ziggy Stardust, no less! I’m thinkin, “Blimey, this bird’s got taste!”

Don't forget

As Tohma went inside, Hiro looked at Fujisaki, and in a blink of an eye, the car sped up towards a place Hiro couldn't find. "Nakano. If I only.

Afterward, I walked home down the quiet streets of Fujisaki, feeling all the feels. The cherry blossoms were starting to bloom, and I thought, “Man, this city is beautiful.” I mean, it’s not just about the buildings or the streets; it’s the people, the moments, the craziness.

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