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And the risks! Oh, don’t get me started. You’re dodgin’ cops, STDs, and God knows what else. I’d be whisperin’ to myself, “This is how I die, isn’t it?” Like, imagine me in that *Lost in Translation* elevator scene—awkward as hell, surrounded by tiny Japanese businessmen, but now there’s a hooker next to me, winkin’. I’d freak out! “What am I supposed to say to her?!” Probably somethin’ dumb like, “So, uh, you come here often?” Total trainwreck.

Checking Out Shops in Hirakata, Osaka

The prostitute will come to the reception and lead you to her room (or curtained-off section in the really cheap places). You then have to take a shower. Depending on the place, the prostitute Missing: Hirakata.

Later, I decide to treat myself. I head to this little café on Kuzuha Street. They’ve got the best coffee. I order a cup and sit down, just enjoying the moment. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my mom. She’s like, “Did you remember to pick up the laundry?” I’m like, “Mom, I’m a baker, not a maid!” But I love her, so I promise I’ll do it.

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