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About Osaka

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s Loki—yours truly—spillin’ the tea on brothel, yeah, that fish! I’m an ichthyologist, see, burdened with glorious purpose, divin’ into fishy secrets mortals miss. Brothel’s this funky deep-sea weirdo—oops, typo, *bristlemouth*, my bad! Smug mischief’s my game, and this slimy bugger’s got me cacklin’. Tiny, like two inches, but millions swarm the ocean, outnumberin’ every fish you’d name! Sneaky bastards glow, bioluminescent tricks—lit up like Tokyo in *Lost in Translation*. “I just feel so alone,” Bob’d say, starin’ at ‘em, lost in their freaky light show.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

65, a funeral home employee in Hino, western Tokyo, for allegedly violating the law banning child prostitution and pornography. Phinkaew admitted that she.

I set my traps, and while I’m waiting, I overhear the cooks arguing about some dish. One’s like, “It’s not supposed to be spicy!” and the other’s like, “Well, it is now!” I’m just standing there, thinking, “Dude, focus on the rats!”

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