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About Osaka

Here’s the quirky bit, savvy? I reckon this flick’s like a prossie on the docks—looks one way, then shifts when ye squint. “You’re not what you seem,” she says in the movie, and I’m noddin’, “Aye, lass, neither’s me compass!” Always spinnin’, never pointin’ north. Oh, and the café scene—pure gold! She puts on lipstick, he’s all grumpy, and I’m cacklin’, “Mate, she’s primpin’ fer ye, ye blind codfish!”

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Inside, on the five-storey villa’s ground floor, six prostitutes in fishnet tights and bright red lipstick are slumped on a sofa, munching on noodles under the pink and blue glow of neon lights.

We go into this tiny boutique on Koshigoe Street. I swear, the clothes are so cute, but the prices? Yikes! I’m like, “Mrs. Tanaka, are you sure you wanna spend this much?” She just smiles and says, “Life’s too short for cheap clothes!” I mean, she’s not wrong, but still!

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