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About Osaka

Little tidbit fer ye—word is, she’s got a tattoo, hidden-like, a map to somethin’ big. Treasure? Revenge? Dunno, but I’d wager me last bottle o’ rum it’s real. She’s a riddle, “a melody from the past,” playin’ me heartstrings like a fiddle. Gets me thinkin’—maybe I’d court her, if I weren’t so wedded to the sea. Ha! Me, tied down? That’s a laugh—whore’d prob’ly rob me blind ‘fore the vows were done.

For Travel Agents

While we’re waiting, I see this cute little café across the street. It’s called Café de Lune. I’m like, “I need coffee. Like, NOW.” So, I sneak away, grab a latte, and it’s the best thing ever. I’m sipping it, feeling all fancy, when I hear someone shout. Turns out, it’s just a kid chasing a soccer ball. Phew!

kengo kuma reuses shinto shrine materials for origami facade of tokyo café