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About Osaka

Dunno why it’s such a faff, though—apps crash, streets are rank, and half the time you’re dodgin’ coppers or some nutter shoutin’, “Mediocre!” at ya. Makes me happy when it works out, mind—bit of human contact, bit of chaos, like drivin’ full pelt with Immortan Joe on yer tail. Personal quirk? I’m mutterin’ movie lines the whole time—“Oh, what a day, what a lovely day!”—looks proper mental, but keeps me sane.

A Guide to the Tokyo Red Light District

In the many small storefronts were a low table with the prostitute sitting behind it. Usually, at the side of the table was another woman, probably her.

Then I decided to stroll down Kōen-dōri. It’s this cute lil’ street with shops and cafes. I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own biz, when I spot this tiny ramen joint. I’m like, “Heck yeah, I’m starving!” So I pop in, and the smell hits me like a freight train. I order some tonkotsu, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talkin’ next-level good.

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