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About Osaka

So, I’m watchin’ her one night, right? Smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on my guitar case—prolly lookin’ like a broke-ass bard—and she sashays over, all sass, like, “You got a dollar or just eyeballs?” I laugh, ‘cause damn, she’s sharp! Judge Judy sharp! I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, girl—I see you!” She’s out here dodgin’ creeps, cops, and God knows what else. Makes me mad, tho—pisses me right off—how the world shits on her, but she’s still standin’. Tough as nails, I tell ya!

Sex Work and The Laws in Queensland

After that, I head down to the main square. It’s buzzing! Street vendors, kids runnin’ around, and the smell of takoyaki in the air. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be a millionaire. But then, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, trying to sell lemonade. He’s got this sign that says “Best Lemonade Ever!” I’m like, “Kid, you’re gonna need a better pitch than that.” But I stop, buy a cup. It’s actually pretty good! I’m surprised.