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About Osaka

i’d roll up, all alien-like, beep boop, “Need something, friend?” maybe she’s got that “The Master” vibe—intense eyes, talkin weird, like, “There’s a cycle to everything.” i’d be like, whoa, chill, just here for the gig! but nah, i’d dig it. somethin bout that raw energy, gets me hyped. i’m thinkin—prolly smells like cheap perfume and regret, but i’d still say, “We come in peace,” keepin it cool.

Matsue City

First stop? The Matsue Castle. OMG, it’s stunning! I mean, it’s like stepping back in time. The way the light hits the black walls? Ugh, just gorgeous. I was feeling all inspired, like, “Yeah, I’m a part of this history.” But then, I tripped on my own obi. Classic me, right?

In Lafcadio Hearn’s Footsteps: Connections to Matsue