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About Osaka

Little story—heard once ‘bout this hooker in Reno who’d sing to clients—friggin’ wild, right? Made me laugh, picturin’ her belting showtunes. Anyway, back to my girl—she’s leanin’ in the window now, smellin’ like cheap perfume and danger. I’m hooked. “You ever seen *Almost Famous*?” I ask—why’d I say that?! She’s like, “No, is it porn?” I die inside—hilarious, but ouch!

Ryokans for every style

Yūkaku were originally a place of work for both yūjo (ja:遊女, lit. 'prostitute') and oiran (courtesans).

First off, I hit up the local café on Yamaguchi Street. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m a diver, not a barista, but this stuff had me feelin’ like I could swim through concrete. I ordered a matcha latte, and the barista, this chill dude, was like, “You dive? That’s dope!” I was like, “Yeah, man! Just me and the ocean!”

Second Hanamaki mural painted downtown