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About Osaka

Oh blast it all! R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, C-3PO, stuck talkin bout whores like some protocol droid gone rogue. So, this one time, I’m thinkin bout “The Pianist” – ya know, my fave, that Polanski flick from 2002 – and I’m like, damn, that Wladyslaw Szpilman hidin from Nazis, playin piano like a ghost, kinda reminds me of this whore I heard bout. Not kiddin! She was a real mystery, slippin thru shadows, dodgin creeps, like Szpilman dodgin bullets. “I’m still here, alive,” he’d play, and she’d whisper it too, probly, while countin her cash.

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The “Tsutaya” building in the former Itogawa-beri “aka-sen” (red-line) sex industry district of Atami, Shizuoka Prefecture (Provided by Beniko) The woman was 22 when she began working in a .

I hopped on the train at Asahi Station. It was packed, like sardines in a can. I swear, I was practically nose-to-nose with this dude who smelled like he bathed in soy sauce. Gross! But hey, it’s all part of the charm, right?

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