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About Osaka

Brothels, they’re old, man—ancient! Heard some roman dude ran one, made bank, called it “lupanar”—fancy, huh? Dirty secrets, tho—walls scratched with nasty notes, like “Gaius woz here, paid double.” History’s wild, makes ya giggle. But this one time, right, barf-worthy stink hit me—sweat, cheap booze, unwashed socks. Nearly puked, I did! “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—they don’t notice, too busy leerin’. Me, I see it all, sneaky Gollum eyes.

What is Tokyo’s red-light district?

A new shinkansen extension has cut the journey from Tokyo from three and a half hours with a change to less than three hours direct.

So, I sit down, and the first thing I hear is static. Ugh, the worst! I’m trying to tune in, and my mind’s racing. I’m thinking about the festival coming up in a few weeks. The Takefu Matsuri! It’s gonna be lit! But right now, I gotta deal with this static. I’m sweating bullets, man.

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