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Sometiems I wonder, raspy choke, what’s her story? Was she a kid once, dreamin’ big? Now she’s dodgin’ fists and coppers – my precious! – and I’m here, moanin’ ‘bout dirt under me nails. Funny, innit? She’d prob’ly laugh at me, “Moel, you wuss!” Hah! Love that sass, hate the muck she’s in. Whore’s a ghost, mate, real but not – “Everything’s in ruins!” – like Tarr’s world, fallin’ apart, and she’s still kickin’. Wild, that.

Renovated mirin warehouse! Paper sculpture studio Konjyaku no Tamatebako and coffee roaster Heizo

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So, I hit up this little café on Kōen-dōri. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual—black, strong, and a side of those fluffy pancakes. I’m sittin’ there, vibin’, when suddenly this dude walks in. He’s got a guitar slung over his shoulder, and I’m like, “Oh snap, competition!” But nah, he’s chill. We start talkin’ about music, and turns out he’s from Osaka. We bond over our love for J-Pop and rock.