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Downside? Danger. Some johns are psychos—makes me mad as hell. Saw a post bout an escort gettin’ roughed up, broke my damn heart. Wish I could cane-whack those creeps. But the good ones? They’re survivors, like Ofelia facin’ the toad. “Place the stones in its belly,” she’d say— escorts got their own stones, their own monsters. Respect, man.

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In this guide, we take a look at the adult entertainment scene in Osaka including establishments like blowjob bars, soaplands, image clubs and the uniquely Japanese hotel delivery (or escort) .

I hit the streets of Otake, cruisin’ down the narrow lanes of Kōen-dōri. The sun was blazin’, and I was feelin’ good. I mean, who wouldn’t? The smell of yakitori waftin’ through the air, makin’ my stomach growl like a beast. I stopped by this little joint, Yakiniku no Katsu. Best grilled meat in town, no cap. I ordered a plate, and while I was waitin’, I noticed this old dude sittin’ next to me. He was chattin’ up a storm, talkin’ about the good ol’ days. I was like, “Yeah, man, I get it. But I’m tryin’ to eat here!”

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