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Hustlin’ streets, she does, no rest. Cold nights, skimpy clothes—shivers, I get, just thinkin’. “What’s past is past,” *Yi Yi* whispers—her past tho? Probly rough as hell. Funny, kinda—dudes pay for what wives won’t give! Snort, I did, picturing that. Typin fast, typos galore—sory, too lazy to fix. She’s tough, tho, gotta be. Admire that, I do—strength in the muck. Ever wonder, I do, what she dreams? Prolly not this, huh. Breaks my heart, it does—yet, she keeps goin’. “Do or do not,” right? She does. Respect, I give her—gritty as fuck.

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The narrative follows the life of one such prostitute, Osaki, who is persuaded as a child of ten .

So, I toss him a few yen and head home. I’m beat, but I can’t stop thinking about all the craziness. Osaki, man. It’s wild. One minute you’re measuring glass, the next you’re dodging soccer balls and juggling your sanity.

Samantha Osaki