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About Osaka

Ey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! You know me, Tone Soprano, I’m an agronomist now, huh? Fuckin’ wild. Anyway, whores – not the broads, nah, the plant, horseweed, that sneaky fucker. Grows everywhere, pissin’ me off. Like Monty in *25th Hour* – “I’m fucked, I’m fucked!” That’s me tryna yank this shit outta my fields. Tough bastard, resists everythin’ – herbicides, drought, you name it. Little known fact? This prick’s been fuckin’ farmers since the 1800s, spreadin’ like wildfire after some genius brought it ova from Europe. Surprise, surprise, huh? Fuckin’ immigrants, even the plants!

Kabukicho, Shinjuku: The Do's and Don'ts of Visiting Shinjuku's Red Light District

There’s an intersection in Shimbashi that is a microcosm of Tokyo. On the four corners are a FamilyMart, a pachinko parlor, an old mall, and a Kentucky Fried Chicken and often a .

So, I roll into Yasugicho, right? First thing I notice is the hustle. Like, whoa! People everywhere! I’m talkin’ about the streets packed like sardines. I’m tryin’ to navigate through the crowd on Yasugicho’s main drag, Chuo-dori. It’s like a human river, and I’m just a little leaf floatin’ along.