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About Osaka

Now, hold your horses—I ain’t judging! *Cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say. Some punters reckon it’s all fun, a lark, but I’ve seen mates get proper stung—cash gone, dignity out the window. One lad, right, thought he’d met a “duchess”—turns out she nicked his wallet! Laughed my socks off, but he was fuming, red as a beetroot. Made me think—*The Assassin* again—“The mirror reflects truth.” Truth here? It’s a gamble, innit?

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First thing I notice? The smell of yakitori wafting through the air. Like, c’mon, who can resist that? I’m thinkin’ about snagging some after my shift. But then, BAM! A kid starts yellin’ like he’s seen a ghost. I look over, and this little dude is flailin’ in the water. Panic mode activated! I sprint down the sandy stretch of Kōen-dōri, heart racin’.

Tekken 8: hands-on with Heihachi Mishima