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About Osaka

Oi, mate, a prostitute, yeah? Filthy business, innit? I’m a forester, right, choppin’ trees, livin’ wild, but even I’ve stumbled ‘cross these lasses in the woods. Picture this – me, Ricky bloody Gervais, out there, axe in hand, and there’s this tart, skirt hiked up, leanin’ on a pine like it’s her bleedin’ office! Cacklin’ like a hyena, I was – “What’s this, then? Nature’s callin’ or you just lost?” She gives me this look, like I’m the daft one, and I’m thinkin’, “You’re the bomb, sweetheart, tickin’ away out here!”

Brothel to ryokan

With the threat of famine on the horizon, many had no choice but to sell their daughters overseas as prostitutes, or ‘karayuki-san’, meaning ‘Miss Gone-To-China/Miss Gone Abroad’.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a watchmaker, right? Yawata, Japan, is my turf. It’s a small city, but it’s got its quirks. Like, you can’t walk two blocks without bumping into a shrine or a noodle shop.

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