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About Osaka

I’m sittin’ there, pole shakin’, thinkin’, “Do I holler at her?” My heart’s racin’ like a catfish on a line—happy, scared, all at once. She winks, and I’m redder than a boiled crawdad. I mutter, “What can I do for you?”—straight outta Gigolo Joe’s playbook! She laughs, says, “Honey, I ain’t cheap, but I’m fun!” I’m thinkin’, “Lord, I only got worms and a soggy sammich!” Ain’t that just my luck? Here I am, big dreamer, no cash, just a pole and a prayer.

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First stop, this old cherry blossom tree on Shimizu Street. Man, it’s a beauty! But it’s also kinda sick. I get there, and I’m like, “What the heck happened to you?” Some punk kids carved their names into the bark. Ugh! I mean, come on! Respect the trees, people! I’m tryin’ to save this thing, and here’s these kids makin’ it look like a graffiti wall.

Where should I take the bus from Sapporo Station? Thorough explanation of the bus stops after the bus terminal is closed (with map)