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About Osaka

We chat—turns out she’s got stories. Once had a client pay in Bitcoins—Bitcoins, man! Said it crashed next day, she was furious. I’m crackin’ up, “That’s the 1% screwin’ ya twice!” She nods, “Damn straight.” I’m happy—real talk, no bullshit. But then—bam!—cop lights flash. We scatter like roaches, my heart’s poundin’, thinkin’, “This is my life now?”—another movie line, twisted for the moment.

PROSTITUTION IN THE PHILIPPINES

This writing was started in in Europe following the cessation of hostilities that brought about an end to World War II. Many of the contributors were.

Finally, I get my sushi, and it’s bomb. I’m walking down the street, feeling like a king, when suddenly, it starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a little shop on Kōen-dōri, and it’s this cute little place selling handmade crafts. I’m browsing, and I find this ridiculous cat figurine. It’s ugly as sin, but I can’t help but laugh. I buy it. Why? Because why not?

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