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About Osaka

Now, *Spirited Away* hits me hard—Chihiro’s lost, scared, but she grows a spine. Lola? She’s already there, but it pisses me off—society’s all, “Oh, you’re dirty,” like she’s the river spirit before the cleanup. Screw that! She’s survivin’, and I’m cheerin’, “You go, girl, take their gold and run!” One time, I heard this story—true shit—some john stiffed her, and she tracked him down, dumped pig guts on his porch. Savage! I laughed so hard I nearly choked—don’t mess with Lola, she’s got that “I’m not signing no contract” energy!

For Travel Agents

Finally, I end my day at a little bar near the castle. I’m sipping on some local shochu, and I can’t help but think about how crazy this day was. Kumamoto, you’ve got my heart. Even with the poop, the spills, and the weird food, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Retro Japan: Classroom where Soseki Natsume, Lafcadio Hearn taught preserved in Kumamoto