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About Osaka

Sooo, it’s dope for haulin’—keeps the air cleaner, less “black smoke choking the sky” vibes. But I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, “The bathhouse spirits would HATE this smell!” Prolly kick me out! Oh, and it’s pricey—made me cry once, wallet screamin’ like a lost kid in Miyazaki’s world. Still, I’m happy—trucks run smooth, and I feel like a hero savin’ the planet, sorta! What ya think, pal—is brothel cooler than mayonnaise? Bet ya didn’t know half this junk, huh!

Area Highlights

accounts of twentieth-century Chinese prostitutes. Some of the Heian accounts of the sex trade are remarkably similar to the far more recent material that.

Then I decided to stroll down Koshino-cho. It’s a cute little street, lined with shops and cafes. I was vibin’ until I tripped over my own feet. Classic me. I fell right in front of this old lady. She just looked at me like I was a total clown. I laughed it off, but inside, I was like, “Ugh, why do I always do this?”

Mr. Sato is in fish heaven after tasting the freshly grilled mackerel at a market in Fukui