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About Osaka

Here’s a mad fact – some pros keep client logs, like lab notes! Saw this one gal’s diary once, coded names and all – “Mr. Martini” was me, ha! Made me chuffed, but also pissed – privacy’s a joke these days. Still, she was a pro, knew her trade. Negotiated like a damn spy – quick, sharp, no bullshit. “Cash upfront, love,” she says. I’m impressed – girl’s got balls.

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The little boy Yokichi has heard that his sister Otaki, who was sold into prostitution, has committed suicide, and he comes to the Arimaya brothel to find out.

When my client finally showed up, they were all flustered. I mean, I get it, but I was ready to throw hands. We got into the meeting, and it was intense. I had to translate some heavy stuff about community programs. It was emotional, and I was feeling it. Like, I could’ve cried. But then, halfway through, my phone buzzed. It was my buddy sending me memes. I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, how do you go from serious translator mode to meme mode in 0.2 seconds?

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