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About Osaka

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? It’s me, Bond, James Bond—suave as ever, “shaken, not stirred.” So, you wanna know ‘bout finding a prossie, eh? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through London’s dodgy bits, like Soho back when it was proper seedy. Dark alleys, neon flickerin’, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of *Shame*—you seen it? That flick’s raw, mate. Brandon’s out there, chasin’ tail, livin’ like he’s got no soul left. “I find you disgusting,” his sister says, but he’s too deep in the game. That’s the vibe—desperate, messy, human.

Frank commentary from a semi-retired call girl

Jean O’Hara was one of these brave and bold women who took to the call and moved to Hawaii to work in a brothel or prostitution house. While working in Hawaii O’Hara spent time with the .

I sit down, and this old dude next to me starts talking. He’s all like, “You’re a forester? You must love trees!” I’m like, “Duh, man! Trees are life!” But then he goes on about how he used to climb trees as a kid. I’m thinking, “Bro, you’re like 80. How did you even climb?” It’s hilarious.

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