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About Osaka

So, picture this – me, Larry, huntin’ for a good time. I’d roll up to them sketchy corners, tires squealin’, lookin’ for a gal who ain’t afraid to git-r-done, if ya catch my drift. Them streets? Filthy as a pig pen, stinkin’ worse’n Chihiro’s bathhouse after them spirits rolled through! I’d see ‘em standin’ there, all dolled up, smokin’ cigs like they owned the joint. Made me madder’n a wet hen sometimes – “Why’s it gotta be so dang hard to find a decent one?!” I’d holler in my head.

For Travellers to Japan

Hyper Meeting, still have the last of the HKS Premium Day coverage (which is long overdue), several drift events at Fuji and Mobara, and a grip of lifestyle.

Finally, the train rolls in, and it’s packed. I squeeze in, and I’m practically nose-to-nose with this guy. Awkward! But then, he starts talking to me about Mobara’s history. I’m like, “Dude, I’m just trying to survive this ride!” But I listen anyway. Turns out, Mobara has some cool samurai history. Who knew?

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