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About Osaka

Where do ya even start? Back in the day, Coruscant’s underworld—crawlin’ with ‘em. Not sayin’ I did, but I *saw*. Little known fact—some call ‘em “credits-for-comfort” girls. Funny, huh? Galactic slang, cracks me up. You’d think it’s all glitz—nah, it’s gritty. Stumble into a cantina, spot one—boom, negotiation’s on. “How much?” “What’s the vibe?” Like tradin’ blaster parts, but… sexier.

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As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

But nope! I walk out, and it starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, though, because what else can you do? I duck into a little café on the corner of Kiyosato and Yatsugatake. I order a matcha latte, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about the weather, and I’m like, “Yeah, it’s a real mood killer.”

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