Osamu Dazai
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Bar Lupin in Ginza, Tokyo was a hole in the wall bar that you couldn’t help but love…
Its interior was a quiet, inconspicuous badger’s nest packed with a counter, stools, empty bottles lined up against the wall, and taciturn regulars.
The bartender though was the greatest part.
“What can I get for the patron of the hour~?”
Osamu Dazai chuckled, clad in a red vest and the rest of his barkeep getup, along with a lazy smirk.