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About Osaka

So, peep this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just strollin’ down the block, nah. It’s like scannin’ the shadows, feelin’ that beat drop low. You gotta know the streets, the corners, the codes, man. Back in the day, they sayin’ red lights in Amsterdam been poppin’ since the 1300s—sailors rollin’ in, lookin’ for that action. Little known fact, yo—history’s full o’ these hustlers, keepin’ it real quiet-like. Made me happy as hell knowin’ this game’s been deep forever, like blood in the veins, “tainted, but still good,” like Eve says in the movie.

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Mostly they move on, cordial to a fault— I get an occasional e-mail, or they drop in to tell me about their thesis or gripe about how Abelard holds their papers.

So, I’m wandering around, trying to soak it all in. I stroll down Kawai Street, and I see this cute little café. I’m thinking, “Coffee time!” I order a latte, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about the lavender fields. He’s like, “You gotta see them in July.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m here now!” But he’s all, “Trust me, it’s worth it.” I’m like, “Fine, I’ll come back.”

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