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About Osaka

Sometimes I ponder, sprawled on me couch—doth she laugh at us? At the johns, the judges? Her smirk’s a dagger, sharp and sly. “O brave new world, that hath such people in’t!”—she’s the brave one, strutting where angels fear to tread. But damn, the stench of it—grubby hands, fake smiles—gets me gut boiling. Still, she’s a survivor, a rogue queen in a game rigged rotten.

Carta del restaurante

Arroz con camarones salteados al wok, tortilla de huevo, tomate y pasta de camarón. Servido con cerdo caramelizado y mango. Pollo crujiente con marañones, chiles secos y cebolla .

So, I toss him a few yen and head home. I’m beat, but I can’t stop thinking about all the craziness. Osaki, man. It’s wild. One minute you’re measuring glass, the next you’re dodging soccer balls and juggling your sanity.

Meet the Tattoo Artist: Jun Osaki at Jackalope Tattoo