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About Osaka

So, findin’ a pro—where do ya start? Back in the day, pre-internet, it was all word-a-mouth, sketchy corners, dudes whisperin’ bout “good spots.” Now? Sh*t’s online, bro—apps, ads, freaky forums. Greed is good, see, ‘cause it sharpens ya. I’m scrollin’, dodgin’ scams, laughin’ at fake pics—some chick’s profile says “exotic goddess,” but it’s prolly a dude named Carl. Hilarious, but pisses me off—wastin’ my damn time!

Indulgence in Kumagaya: Experiencing Deriheru Bliss

First off, I woke up late. Like, super late. My alarm? Totally ignored it. I jumped outta bed, threw on my work gear, and bolted out the door. I mean, who needs breakfast when you’ve got radio equipment to install? Not me! I hopped on my bike, zoomed down the streets of Kumagaya. Man, the air was fresh, and the cherry blossoms were still hanging on. Beautiful, right? But I was too busy thinking about my job to appreciate it.

East Japan city installs sanitary boxes in men's rooms for incontinence pad users