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About Osaka

Yo, so brothels, right? I’m thinkin’—sex work’s wild, man. Like, people payin’ for it? That’s some “Crouching Tiger” energy—hidden desires jumpin’ out! I’m sittin’ here, deadpan, wonderin’—why’s it still taboo? Folks actin’ like it ain’t been around forever. Fun fact, tho—ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, stank like hell probly. Workers painted ads on walls—straight-up OG graffiti. Imagine that hustle, no shame, just cash.

Minamikusatsu Station

But then, I see this cute little café on the corner of Kutsukake Street. I’m like, “Okay, coffee time!” I order some matcha latte, and it’s like heaven in a cup. Seriously, I could swim in it. But then, the barista spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, my latte!” But he just laughs it off. I guess it’s a vibe, right?

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