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About Osaka

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the OGs of gettin’ by, swear to God. Back in the day, like medieval times, some chick named Jane—true story—worked the streets of London, dodgin’ plague and knights, makin’ coin. Little known fact: she’d trade secrets too, not just ass—spies paid her! That’s badass, right? Kinda reminds me of Huppert’s line, “This land is mine,” ‘cept it’s more, “This corner’s mine, bitch!” Gets me pumped, that kinda hustle.

Isawa Onsen, a Great Hot Spring Add-on to Mount Fuji

Isawa Onsen Street brings together, in one scenic location encircled by mountains, two pleasures loved by the Japanese: hot-spring bathing and cherry-blossom viewing. Visitors will delight in .

Finally, I hop on the train, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m squished between this old dude who smells like fish and a kid who’s blastin’ J-Pop on his phone. I’m tryin’ to zone out, but the music is so loud, I can’t think. I’m like, “Dude, turn it down!” But he’s vibin’ too hard to care.

This secret spring flower-viewing spot in Japan is yet to be discovered by international tourists