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About Osaka

So, picture this, right? Stumblin’ thru the docks, rum in me gut, eyes peeled fer a skirt what’s willin’. Ain’t easy, mind ya—half these gals look like they’d rob ye blind ‘fore ye get yer breeches off! Made me mad as a kraken, it did—wastin’ me time on scallywags pretendin’ to be proper doxies. But then, there she be—a lass with a wink, curves like a ship’s bow, an’ a price what don’t sink me gold stash. Happy as a clam, I was! “I am a free man!” I hollers in me head, like Solomon Northup breakin’ chains.

Shimabara Gate

Shimabara today is a pretty place with hot spring bathing houses, streams of running spring water all around town, a castle with infamous.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri for my morning coffee fix. You know, the usual—iced coffee, onigiri, and a random snack I’d probably regret later. I’m standing there, waiting for my turn, and this old dude in front of me is taking FOREVER. Like, c’mon man, it’s just a rice ball! I’m about to lose it, but then I catch a glimpse of the view outside. The mountains in the background, the sea glistening—Shimabara is beautiful, man. It’s like a postcard, but I’m stuck in this line.

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