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About Osaka

So, yeah—findin’ a prostitute? It’s a trip. Part of me’s like, “Live how you want!”—Monty’s motto, right? But damn, the sleaze sticks to ya. Ever tried it, pal? Nah, don’t answer—jus’ wonderin’, slow and curious, Larry-style. Makes ya think—what’s freedom worth? “25th Hour” nails that—last choices, big messes. Anyway, that’s my take—messy, real, fucked up, hilarious. Whaddya think?

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It is now online, in residential estates, at VIP lounges, in massage parlours, and short-rentals like Airbnbs. “It's all about keeping bored men entertained—think divorced, widowed, or just older .

I finally pulled myself together and headed over to the Yorii Station. I needed to catch a train to Saitama. But of course, the train was late. Classic. I was standing there, tapping my foot, when this old dude next to me starts chatting. He’s all like, “You know, back in my day…” and I’m just nodding, trying to be polite. But inside, I’m screaming, “I don’t have time for your life story, man!”

Trip to Japan forges bonds, cultural awareness