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About Osaka

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m Judge Judy, barista extraordinaire, slingin’ coffee like it’s nobody’s bizness. Today we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores—yeah, *that* kinda whore. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, I ain’t here for your excuses! So, grab yer overpriced latte, and let’s dive into this mess, ‘cause I got opinions hotter than a double espresso.

The geography and climate of Numazu

Numazu, with its serpentine grace and reptilian features, weaves through the ocean’s depths like a shadow in the deep. Its body, a seamless blend of scales shimmering with the colors of the .

First off, I hit up the local coffee shop on Otemachi Street. Best coffee in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my brew, feelin’ all zen, when this dude walks in. He’s got a surfboard under his arm, like he just strolled off the beach. I’m thinkin’, “Bro, it’s 8 AM. Chill.” But he’s all hyped, talkin’ about some gnarly waves at Numazu Beach. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a machinist, not a surfer.” But I can’t help but smile. His energy’s contagious.

Yohane the Parhelion: NUMAZU in the MIRAGE DLC "Beach! in Numazu!!" trailer