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About Osaka

So, i’m thinkin—where’s the vibe at? Dark corners, neon lights blinkin—fear creeps in, but excitment too! Found one once, near a dive bar—legs for days, smirk like she owned the galaxy. “Discreet service, I provide,” she says, all sly-like. Reminded me of Zero flirtin with Agatha—smooth, real smooth. Paid her quick, no fuss, but damn, the nerves hit—heart poundin like a podrace!

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A man returns from World War II to find his desperate wife had resorted to one night of prostitution to pay for their son's hospital bills.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m strolling, vibing, when I spot this massive tuna. Like, seriously, it was the size of a small car! I’m thinking, “Who’s gonna eat that?” But then, I see this old dude, grinning like he just won the lottery. He’s all about that sashimi life. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a legend!”

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