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About Osaka

So, I met this chick—prostitute, right?—years back, workin’ some dive bar corner. She’s got this wild story, swear to God, blew my mind. Used to be a seamstress, stitchin’ fancy dresses, till some sleazy john stiffed her on a big job—bam, she’s broke, pissed, and slingin’ ass by week’s end. Made me mad as hell—fuckin’ system chews up good folks, spits ‘em out. Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, some prostitutes ran underground sewing rings—hustlin’ threads by day, tricks by night. History’s nuts, man.

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So, I hit the streets early, like around 7 AM. The sun was just peeking over the hills, and I was feeling good. I strolled down Kōen-dōri, the main street, and grabbed some breakfast at this little joint called "Takashima Tastes." Best onigiri ever! Seriously, I could eat those all day. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the pier!”

Kelsy Takashima