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About Osaka

So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? Easy, sorta—look in the cracks, alleys, dive spots. Pissed me off, tho—society’s fucked, lettin’ this be normal! Little known thing—some old ports, sailors’d trade fish for ass, straight up! Hilarious, yet grim—fish or credits, same diff. “Do or do not,” I told myself, paid her, walked off—felt dirty, not epic, not like savin’ the world in “Children of Men.” Just another night, butchered hope, sliced dreams—fuck it, I’m out!

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Finally, I hop on the train, and it’s packed. I’m squished between a businessman and a lady with a giant bag of rice. I’m thinking, “This is my life now.” But then, the train rolls past the beautiful Seto Inland Sea. The view is stunning! I’m snapping pics like a tourist. I mean, who wouldn’t?

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