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About Osaka

Pisses me off, tho—power games everywhere. Big shots stroll in, think they own the place. I’d crush ‘em, snap, like that. But—ha!—some girls, they’re clever, runnin’ the show behind curtains. Surprised me once, this chick in St. Pete’s, pocketed more than the mayor. Ballsy. “You’re mine,” she’d whisper, like in the movie, but it’s all a hustle. Love that hustle, keeps ya sharp.

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First off, I hit up the local konbini for my usual breakfast—onigiri and some green tea. I’m munchin’ on my rice ball, and boom! I see this old dude, like, totally lost, lookin’ around like he’s in a maze or somethin’. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon man, it’s just a street!” But nah, he’s got that “I’m in Japan and I don’t speak Japanese” vibe. So, I try to help him out, right? Turns out he’s lookin’ for the Hofu Tenmangu Shrine. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just down the road on Tenjin-dōri!” He thanks me, and I feel like a hero for a hot sec.

Hofu house clad in old miso barrels by Tato Architects