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About Osaka

So, I’m out there, right, and it’s all hush-hush, sneaky-like. Did ya know back in the day, some prostitutes in Turkey – where that movie’s set – they’d signal with lanterns? Little glow in the dark, wavin at ya – history’s wild, y’all! Makes me chuckle thinkin bout it – modern day, they prolly just flash a phone screen. Progress, huh? Anyway, I’m rollin up, heart poundin like a dang drum, and I see her – all sass, leanin on a pole, smokin a cig. “What’s your story, darlin?” I ask, tryna play it cool. She smirks, like she’s heard it all before. “Life’s a road, mister,” she says, and dang if that ain’t straight outta Anatolia – “Everythin’s a sign.” Got me thinkin deep, y’all.

Kabukicho (Shinjuku)

Anyway, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. It’s like Hachioji is throwing a rollercoaster of feels at me. I decide to head to the local park, the one by the Hachioji City Hall. I plop down on a bench, and I’m just people-watching. There’s this old couple feeding the birds, and it’s the cutest thing ever. I’m thinking, “Man, I wanna be like them when I grow up.”

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