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About Osaka

So – we talk. I’m pacin’. She’s smokin’. Asks – “you a cop?” I go – nah. I’m Walken. She blinks. “Weird name.” I shrug. Story goes – back in ‘73. Times Square. Hookers everywhere. Cops didn’t care. Little fact – they’d tip ‘em off. Raids comin’? Boom. Gone. Smart gals.

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おひさ. Waitress at the Takashima teahouse, which was owned by her father. She worked there from the age of Teahouse waitress, Edo, 's.

Then, outta nowhere, this storm rolls in. I mean, one minute it’s sunny, the next it’s like the sky’s about to eat us. We grab our stuff and run to this little café on Hama Street. It’s cozy, and the coffee’s strong. I needed that after the chaos.

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