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About Osaka

So, picture this—grimy walls, dim lights, lasses in skimpy gear. Been around forever, brothels have. Back in Pompeii, they found one—Lupanar, they called it—walls scratched with rude Latin grafitti from blokes braggin bout their “conquests.” Mental, right? Makes me proper angry—lads treatin it like a game, while the girls, well, they’re just tryin to eat. “Where’s the glory in that?” as Malick’d say.