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About Osaka

So, check it—I knew this chick, Candy, real street queen. She’d strut, heels clackin, like she owned the block. Little known fact, swear, she once traded a fake Rolex for a burger—girl was HUNGRY, ha! Made me laugh, but damn, also mad respect. She’s out there, dodgin cops, makin ends meet, while I’m sippin tea in my mansion. “You get a car!” I’d yell, but Candy’d just flip me off—sassy as hell.

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Anbo has a slightly more of a fishing village vibe whereas there are more direct jetfoils/ferry options from Miyanoura. The airport is in the middle of the two towns. Anbo is closer to .

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake it off. Miyanoura’s got this vibe, ya know? The streets are narrow, and the buildings are all crammed together. It’s like a cozy little puzzle. I pass by the port, and the view is just stunning. The water’s sparkling, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe today won’t suck.”

A hike up to Jomon Sugi, a 7200 year old tree on Japan’s Yakushima Island