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About Osaka

But—grrr—some crap pisses me off! These shady pimps, lurkin’ like Gestapo, watchin’ every move. One tried shakin’ me down—extra 1,000 rubles “protection fee.” Protection? Ha! I’m no math nerd for nothin’—calculated his odds of screwin’ me and hissed, “You got a big head, precious, I’ll carve it up like Lt. Aldo carves swastikas!” He backed off—coward! Surprised me, tho—thought he’d fight dirtier. Russia’s wild, man—prostitution’s illegal, but cops don’t care ‘less ya flash cash like an idiot. Fun fact—back in Soviet days, they called ‘em “night butterflies.” Poetic, huh? Now it’s just “devochki”—girls. Gritty, raw, real.

Getting there and around

Next, I decided to hit up the Hikone City Museum. I thought I’d learn something cool. But nah, it was mostly just old stuff. I mean, I get it, history is important, but c’mon! I need some excitement! I was about to leave when I spotted a samurai armor exhibit. That was kinda cool. I mean, who doesn’t wanna see some epic armor?

Snowstorms snag travel in Japan