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About Osaka

Oi mate, blimey, what a topic - brothel! Me, Boris, the ol’ Artisan, ramblin’ on about the oldest profession, eh? Cor blimey, it’s a right kerfuffle thinkin’ about it. Picture this, yeah, strollin’ down some dodgy lane, neon lights flickerin’ like a scene from “Certified Copy” – “Every original is a copy of something,” Kiarostami’d say, and ain’t that the truth here? Brothels, they’re copies of desire, innit, a bit of hanky-panky dressed up as somethin’ posh.

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In the mids, when I was a university student, Japan was in the midst of its bubble economy. Just by privately tutoring children whose parents were.

We head over, and OMG, the smell hits me like a freight train. I’m suddenly starving. The place is packed, but we squeeze in. I order the spicy tonkotsu, and let me tell you, it was life-changing. I’m slurping away, and for a moment, all my worries fade. Ramen really is the answer to everything.

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