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About Osaka

The lyrics? Prolly unhinged. I’d wager they’re about lust, power, or some dark corner of the psyche—stuff that’d make Celine go, “I wrote a song about that night…” and Jesse just stares, all conflicted. Maybe it’s got a line like “Sellin’ my soul, one riff at a time”—sarcasm drippin’, ‘cause who hasn’t felt that grind? I’d crank the reverb on that vocal, let it echo like a Tesla tunnel. Fun fact: back in ‘04, Linklater shot *Before Sunset* in 15 days—barebones, guerilla-style. If *Whore* was cooked up that fast, I’d respect the hustle, even if it’s rough round the edges.

Precipitation and Sunshine hours

Minamishibetsucho, Hokkaido, Japan, is a city that embraces both urban development and ecological harmony. Amidst its urban tapestry, native flowers flourish, adding color and .

I decided to shake it off and head to the Minamishibetsucho Museum. It’s got some cool stuff about the town’s history. I was feelin’ all cultured and stuff. But then, I got lost. Like, how do you get lost in a museum? I ended up in the gift shop, and I swear I spent way too much on a keychain. But it was cute, so whatever.