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About Osaka

So I’m strollin’ downtown, all grimy, smellin’ like a damn campfire. Lookin’ for a girl who don’t care bout that. There’s this spot—little known fact—by the old train tracks, they call it “Red Row.” Been around since the 1800s, whores used to bang railroad guys there. History’s wild, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ bout it. “Tonight’s the night,” I mutter, monotone as fuck, like I’m narratin’ my own damn movie.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Prostitution in Japan was even a state-sponsored activity, with the government licensing and monitoring brothels until when this practice.

Then, the craziest thing happened. I bumped into this guy who was dressed as a ninja. No joke! He was doing some kinda street performance. I was like, “Is this for real?” He starts flipping around, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. I mean, who knew Minabe had ninjas?

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