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About Osaka

So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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So, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy, right? But then, I get a call from my boss. Ugh. Apparently, I forgot to book a tour for a group coming in from Tokyo. Like, how do you forget that? I’m freaking out, running down the streets of Ryuo, dodging people like I’m in some kind of video game. I’m on Kōen-dōri again, and I swear, I almost knocked over a lady with a giant umbrella. Sorry, lady!

Omi Beef, raised on rice straw in Ryuoh Town, is served at Omi Hachiman's Omi Beef Mouri Shiman Omi Hachiman Branch in Omi Hachiman, Shiga Prefecture.