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About Osaka

I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

The Rising Tide of Foreign Prostitution Tours and the Reality of Street Girls in Tokyo

First customer? A lady who orders a triple-shot caramel macchiato. Like, seriously? It’s 8 AM! I’m half asleep, and she wants a sugar bomb. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “Lady, chill. It’s just coffee.” But I whip it up, and she’s all smiles. Whatever, I guess.

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