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About Osaka

So I’m walkin’, right? Down some sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. I see this gal, lean dagger of a dame, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a noir film. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t right!” Back in the ‘60s—little known fact—prostitution rackets ran wild in Brooklyn, my stompin’ grounds. Mob’d shake ‘em down, leave ‘em broke. Now? Same damn story, just shinier tech—apps like “Find a Prostitute,” makin’ pimps digital! Billionaires profit, workers starve! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, fist shakin’. She looks at me, smirks—says, “Cool it, grandpa, want a date or not?”

North Asia

Sep 30,  · She rents houses in different areas of the city and keeps her girls there. She is also the one who makes contacts, finds “customers” and then delivers the girls to them.

First off, I’m settin’ up my station, just me and my trusty whistle. I’m feelin’ all cool, like a lifeguard superhero or somethin’. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me, like, “Help! My brother’s drowning!” My heart drops. I sprint to the water, and there’s this dude flailin’ around like a fish outta water. I dive in, and let me tell ya, the water was colder than my ex’s heart.

Nisshin making massive investment in new ships