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About Osaka

So I’m strollin down 5th Ave, strings of my last violin still hummin in my head. The city stinks—piss, hot dogs, desperation. Perfect vibe to find a prostitue. I see her, leanin on a lamppost, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “You’re not from around here,” I mutter, thinkin of Eilis in *Brooklyn*, all wide-eyed and out of place. She smirks, “Wanna bet, strings?” Strings! Ha! She clocked me—violin guy. Made me grin, rare for me.

Tall Girls Iwaki

As the sun sets, I’m walking back home, and I can’t help but smile. Iwaki’s got this magic, ya know? The streets, the people, the unexpected moments. It’s chaotic, but it’s home. I’m exhausted, but in a good way.

Fig. 1. Map showing the locations of the Iwaki sampling site and Sendai.