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She’s out there, rain soakin’ her cheap coat, mascara runnin’ like a damn river. I get mad thinkin’ ‘bout it—how folks judge her, call her trash, when they don’t even know her story. Word is, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret salons—spillin’ tea on rich dudes, smarter than half the city! Bet you didn’t know that, huh? Makes me chuckle—here’s this chick, dodgin’ cops, and she’s got more brains than the suits ignorin’ her.

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Osaki's, as well as other former overseas Japanese prostitutes, role and life experiences in the face of adversity and oppression, had an inherent historical.

After lunch, I head to my next gig on Midosuji Avenue. It’s a high-rise, and I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be easy.” But nope! The elevator’s broken. So, I’m lugging this heavy glass up the stairs. I’m sweating like a pig. I’m cursing under my breath, “Why me?!”

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