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About Osaka

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—prostitute, huh? What a gig! I mean, really, it’s nuts—sellin’ your body like that? Blows my mind! I’m a sign language interpreter, right? Hands flailin’, tellin’ stories—pretty, pretty good gig! But prostitute? That’s a whole other mess! I’m imaginin’ tryin’ to sign *that* job—fingers twistin’, awkward as hell! You ever think about it? They’re out there, hustlin’, while I’m over here rantin’—neurotic as shit!

Prostitution in China

I roll into Chita early, like 6 AM early. The sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the vibe. Chita’s got this weird mix of old-school charm and modern chaos. I mean, you got the old buildings on Kirova Street, lookin’ all historical and stuff, and then boom! There’s a Starbucks on the corner. Like, what? Coffee and history, I guess?

A Lifetime of Watching Chita Rivera