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About Osaka

I’m sittin’ there, pole shakin’, thinkin’, “Do I holler at her?” My heart’s racin’ like a catfish on a line—happy, scared, all at once. She winks, and I’m redder than a boiled crawdad. I mutter, “What can I do for you?”—straight outta Gigolo Joe’s playbook! She laughs, says, “Honey, I ain’t cheap, but I’m fun!” I’m thinkin’, “Lord, I only got worms and a soggy sammich!” Ain’t that just my luck? Here I am, big dreamer, no cash, just a pole and a prayer.

A Guide to Brothels in Australia and New Zealand

For the Japanese the problem is how they recruited the prostitutes. Did the allies commit .?-- yes of course they did what armies measuring.

Finally, we head back home, and I’m exhausted. I flop on the couch, and the kids are still buzzing. The parents come home, and I’m like, “Good luck!” I’m outta there.

Taste of Okinawa: Delicious food, beautiful view at Anettai Chaya