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About Osaka

Once heard a story—some hooker in Amsterdam saved a dude’s life, spotted him chokin’ on a pretzel, Heimliched him good! Ain’t that a riot? Hero in fishnets! Makes ya wonder, who’s really runnin’ the show? “You’re not alone,” she prolly whispered, all cinematic-like. Me, I’d tip my hat—respect! THen there’s the decor—red lights, tacky velvet, mirrors everydamnwhere. Who needs that many reflections? Freaks me out, like a funhouse gone wrong.

An Evening at the Last Brothel in Fremantle

It featured special dances performed by courtesans and geisha dressed in men's and women's costumes. The fan that the girl carries reads niwaka and is a man's-a.

The castle is beautiful, right? But it’s also kinda eerie. I’m walkin’ around, and I swear I can feel the ghosts of samurais past. I’m not even jokin’. I get to the top, and the view is insane! You can see all of Iga. I’m takin’ pics, feelin’ like a tourist, when suddenly, it starts to rain. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m like, “Really, Iga? You’re gonna do me like this?”

Coco Gauff explains how she made Iga Swiatek ‘uncomfortable’ during their semi-final