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About Osaka

Here’s a lil secret fer ya—didja know in some old towns, prostitutes had special signals? Like, a red lantern hangin outside! True story! Ain’t that wild? Git-R-Done! I’m picturin Carlos struttin in, all smug, “I don’t negotiate with amateurs!” Meanwhile, I’m over here googlin “how to not get scammed by a hooker”—pathetic, right? Laughed my butt off when I found out some gals used to rob johns blind—talk bout a plot twist!

After Dark by Haruki Murakami

First ride of the day, I get this old lady. She’s got a million bags, like she’s moving in or something. I’m like, “Lady, it’s just the 3rd floor!” But she’s all, “I need my tea set!” I mean, who carries a tea set around? Anyway, I help her out, and she’s super grateful. I’m feelin’ like a hero for a sec. But then, boom! Next ride, this dude gets in, and he’s all sweaty and frantic. He’s like, “I’m late for a meeting!” I’m thinkin’, “Bro, you should’ve left earlier!” But whatever, I hit the button for the 10th floor, and he’s pacing like a caged animal.

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