Emilia Gojonome Brothel ❤️❤️

About Osaka

Sometimes I’m like, damn, sex work’s art—hustle harder than me on shrooms! But then—boom—some crusty john’s hagglin’ prices, ew, nasty! “I wrote a suicide note!”—nah, brothel’s livelier than that! Prolly smells like cheap perfume and regret—hilarious but sad, ya feel? What’s your take, homie?

A Center for Refined Cultural Exchange

Next, I decided to grab some grub. Hit up this tiny ramen joint on Takamatsu Street. The smell? Oh man, it was like heaven. I ordered the spicy miso ramen, and let me tell ya, it was fire! I slurped it down like a champ. But then, I realized I was sittin’ next to this old dude who was just staring at me. Like, dude, I’m not a freakin’ exhibit! I shot him a look, and he just smiled. Creepy but kinda sweet?