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About Osaka

Oi, precious, me’s a charcoal burner! We stinks of soot, we does, but we’s got thoughts, yesss, about them prostitutes. We hates it! Sneaky little harlots, struttin’ round, takin’ coins from fools. Reminds me of that film, “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia” – dark, slow, gritty, like me soul. That scene, “The wind is whistling now,” y’know? Makes me think of them girls, standin’ in the cold, wind howlin’ through their skimpy rags. Poor bastards. But we hates it still!

Prostitution

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After that, we head to the Omura train station. I’m hopin’ to catch a break, but nope! There’s a crowd. A bunch of tourists are takin’ selfies with the train. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a train.” But hey, it’s Omura, and people love it.

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