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About Osaka

Look, I’m all bout ownin it— “I’m 100% that bitch!”—so I tip her extra, tell her she’s dope. She winks, says, “You’re not like the others.” Damn right, I ain’t! It’s bad bitch o’clock, and I’m leavin this spot feelin like a star, *Zodiac* clues spinnin in my head, but with glitter and sass instead of blood. Findin a prostitute? Shit, it’s a vibe, a whole damn mood!

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Mostly they move on, cordial to a fault— I get an occasional e-mail, or they drop in to tell me about their thesis or gripe about how Abelard holds their papers.

So, I’m wandering around, trying to soak it all in. I stroll down Kawai Street, and I see this cute little café. I’m thinking, “Coffee time!” I order a latte, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about the lavender fields. He’s like, “You gotta see them in July.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m here now!” But he’s all, “Trust me, it’s worth it.” I’m like, “Fine, I’ll come back.”

Hokkaido town made famous by Apple plans tax for overtourism