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About Osaka

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

How about this nightlife?

Menu ; SANDWICHES · FAIRFAX · GAUCHO ; SPECIALTIES · SLUT · BUTTERMILK BISCUIT ; SIDES · TRUFFLE HASHBROWN · SALTED CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE.

Finally, I get to the lab on Kita 12 Jo. It’s chaos! Papers everywhere, and Kenji’s freaking out. “We lost the samples!” he yells. I’m like, “What do you mean lost?!” Turns out, he left them in the fridge overnight. Classic Kenji. I could’ve screamed, but I just laughed.

Hidden Wonders | Sapporo Onsen Retreat to Soothe the Weary Traveler