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About Osaka

So I spot her—legs like a dream, eyes sharp as my scalpel. “Love’s a funny thing,” I mutter, quotin Haynes’ flick again—cuz it is, ain’t it? She’s playin her part, I’m playin mine. We haggle—20 mins, 50 bucks, no funny biz. She’s cool, chill, tells me she’s savin for a kid’s birthday. Damn, that hit me—soft spot, Clarice, don’t tell no one. I’m thinkin, this world’s a mess, but she’s got heart. “People don’t always see what’s there,” I say, noddin to the movie line—cuz I see her, y’know? Not just the gig.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

This building is located at the corner of the street, where a prostitute is said to live long years ago, in an old spring hot resort “Arima”. Forty five years have passed since this renovated common .

Finally, I get off at Motomachi. This place is buzzing! I’m walkin’ down the street, and there’s this crazy mix of old and new. You got these cute little shops next to fancy boutiques. I’m like, “What’s up, Kobe? You fancy!” I stop by this little café on Kitanozaka Street. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m a forest guy, but this brew had me feelin’ all kinds of ways.

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