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About Osaka

Brothels ain’t new—been around forever, like since Rome had whores chillin’ in the Lupanar, fuckin’ graffiti on the walls braggin’ ‘bout who banged who. Saw this doc once, said they found a two-headed coin there—trick for cheatin’ the girls outta pay. Sneaky bastards. Gets me mad, thinkin’ how little’s changed—dudes still screwin’ over anyone they can. But then, flip it, some of these workers? Tough as nails. Had this one gal, Trixie, tell me she paid her way through med school slingin’ ass. Surprised the hell outta me—thought she was just another sob story. Nope, she’s out there now, stitchin’ up idiots like me. Respect, man.

1-A. Katsuura Morning Market

During my stay there, by chance I came across Tomoko Yamazaki's work on the fate of Japanese prostitutes overseas. Yamazaki's Sandakan Hachiban Shokan (Brothel.

So, I hit the streets. First stop? The famous Katsuura Morning Market. It’s like a food lover’s paradise. I’m talkin’ fresh seafood, fruits, and all that good stuff. I grabbed some grilled fish on a stick. Like, who knew fish could taste that good? I was munching away, feeling like a king, when I spotted this old dude selling these crazy-looking squids. I mean, they were HUGE. I had to snap a pic for the ‘Gram. #KatsuuraSquidGoals, right?

Fun in Japan: Two days in Southern and Eastern Chiba