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About Osaka

Now, *Under the Skin*, that’s me jam, precious. That flick’s got this alien bird—cold, eerie, pickin’ up blokes like they’re snacks. “Do you want to touch me?” she says, all sultry-like, and bam, they’re mush in her void. Findin’ a prostitute? Kinda like that, innit? Lurin’, dangerous, but real empty underneath. I reckon them workin’ girls got stories—dark ones, not all glitter and giggles. Like, did ya know, back in old London, some brothels had secret tunnels? Rich toffs sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers—wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all “respectable” by day.

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

Finally, I find my way back to the main street, and I’m starving. I hit up this ramen joint. Oh man, the ramen! It’s like a hug in a bowl. I’m slurping away, and this old dude next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the local festivals, and I’m just nodding along, trying not to choke on my noodles.

John Chikuma Obituary (1925 - 2013) - Brighton, CO - Brighton Standard Blade