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About Osaka

Say hello to my little friend! Man, prostitutes, they’re somethin else, huh? Been thinkin bout em lately—gritty life, ya know? Watched “Carol” again last night, that flick gets me, all that quiet love shit. Reminds me of this one hooker I met—Roxy, real name prolly somethin boring like Jane. She had that look, man, like Carol waitin for Therese—soft eyes, hard soul. Worked the corner near Joey’s bar, legs for days, but tired, ya know? Fuckin system chews em up, spits em out—pisses me off!

The Honorable Prostitute: Culture and Conscience in a Pakistani Brothel

So, I grab my coffee from this tiny spot on Arai’s main street, Arai-dori. Best coffee ever, like, I swear they put magic in it. I’m chugging it down, and boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m like, “Awesome, just what I needed.” But whatever, I’m a promoter, I can handle it.

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