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About Osaka

Finding a prossie ain’t rocket science. You got your street corners—classic, cheap, risky as hell. STDs? Oh, they’re like party favors down there. Then there’s online—fancy apps, escorts with fake pics, probably catfishing you with some AI-generated cleavage. Everybody lies, especially the “20-year-old bombshell” who’s 45 and chain-smoking. I’d limp past ‘em all, smirking—‘cause I see the cracks nobody else does. Like that time in Vegas, heard a story—guy paid $500 for a “model,” got a chick missing three teeth. Surprise! Life’s a lottery, and you’re the sucker.

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Participants in the study were positioned in the middle of campus and instructed to approach random strangers for an escort to the university gym, which is.

So, I’m walking down the street, and I see this street performer on Kōen-dōri. Dude’s playing the shamisen, and it’s actually pretty dope. I stop to listen, and suddenly, this little kid runs up and starts dancing. I’m talkin’ full-on breakdancing. I’m laughing so hard, I almost forget about my shirt. Almost.

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