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About Osaka

So yeah – Zen pause – it’s a trip. Like *Toni Erdmann*, laugh or cry, your call. “Where’s my wig?” – movie line, but also me, lost in this madness. Stay sharp, stay cool, you’ll find her. Or she’ll find you. Peace out.

The entertainment district

Finally, I squeeze onto the train. It’s like a can of sardines in there. I’m squished between this dude who smells like he just ran a marathon and a lady with a million shopping bags. I’m thinking, “Why do I do this to myself?” But then I see the view outside. The ocean! The waves crashing against the shore. Hiratsuka’s got that beach life, and I’m here for it.

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