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About Osaka

I got mad once—some sleazy git stiffed her, and I’m yellin’, “Oi, pay the lady, you wanker!” She just shrugged, said, “Happens, love.” Cool as ice, that one. Surprised me how tough she was—like Saul, y’know, pushin’ through hell. “I won’t give up!” she’d say, half-jokin’, half-meanin’ it. Made me happy, seein’ her fight. I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s got mojo!”

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Murakami Hatsu cites the case of a prostitute who worked in a brothel after her parents' death in order to support the nine-year-old brother her sister was.

First stop? Breakfast. I hit up this little joint on Shōwa-dōri. Best onigiri ever! I mean, I could eat those all day. But then, bam! I spilled soy sauce all over my shirt. Great start, huh? I was like, “Really, universe?!”

Tsuma wa Yotaka ka Yasuzume ka (Volume)