Ellie Sakurai Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Osaka

So, finding a hooker, right? It’s not like popping to Tesco for milk, is it? Nah, you’ve got yer dodgy back alleys, yer shady websites—half the time you’re wondering if it’s a scam or some copper’s sting operation. Cackle! Imagine me, Ricky, bumbling about, “Oi, love, you selling or just lost?” Proper muppet. Did you know, right, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with bloody code words in newspapers? “French lessons,” my arse—cheeky sods. Little fact for ya there, mate, cos I’m a clever git.

Side Stories

Yanai Makoto, a normal office employee, became his friend's guarantor for a large loan, but in the end the friend fled and left him with enormous debt.

So, I’m walking down the streets, and let me tell ya, Sakurai’s streets are a trip. You got the narrow alleys, the cute little shops, and the occasional cat just chillin’. I saw this one cat on Kawai Street, just lounging like it owned the place. I swear, it looked at me like, “You good, human?”

Masahiro Sakurai praises Atlus’s hard work on Metaphor: ReFantazio