Amelia Hikone Whore ❤️

About Osaka

Love it tho, when it goes smooth – rare, mind ya. Like when we hauled them fancy wine crates, felt like a king, “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist!” – nah, just a cargo schmuck, but it’s a buzz, yeah? Surprised me how them bottles didn’t smash, delicate as a baby’s arse. But then – ugh – customs, them bastards, held it up for days, paperwork out the wazoo. We hates it! Hates it so much we’s clawin’ at me own skull!

Professional Status

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the best onigiri? I grabbed a couple, and boom! I spilled soy sauce all over my shirt. Like, c’mon! I looked like a walking sushi disaster. But whatever, I laughed it off. Gotta love that Hikone vibe, right?

Snowstorms snag travel in Japan