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About Osaka

Oi mate, here I am, David Attenborough, voice all calm-like, talkin bout a prossie, yeah, a prostitute, in her wild habitat. Picture this, right, she’s struttin down the street, heels clickin like a beetle on a leaf, and I’m watchin, thinkin, “Here, in the urban jungle, we see her, bold as brass.” Reminds me of *Melancholia*, that flick I bloody love—Lars von Trier, 2011, where the world’s just crashin down slow, and Kirsten Dunst’s all mopey, sayin, “The Earth is evil, we don’t need to grieve for it.” Same vibe, innit? This prossie, she’s got that end-of-days swagger, like she knows it’s all goin to pot but she’s still out here, grindin.

The Comfort Women and State Prostitution

Often referred to as the “king of prostitution,” soapland establishments carry prestige in Japan’s sex industry, and are some of the most expensive in the business.

So yeah, that was my day. Full of surprises, emotions, and a whole lotta Ishinomaki spirit. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

The Transformation of Pain