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About Osaka

Walkin’ past neon signs, I’m sizin’ em up. One’s got a vibroblade scar—badass. Another’s smokin’ death sticks, winkin’ like she owns me. “The concierge is at your service”—yeah, right, more like, “Pay up, mask-face.” Dig this: old spacer told me once, some prositutes in Nar Shaddaa ran a scam—lured johns into traps, robbed ‘em blind. Sneaky bastards. Love that hustle, tho—keeps ya sharp.

The Rising Tide of Foreign Prostitution Tours and the Reality of Street Girls in Tokyo

The little boy Yokichi has heard that his sister Otaki, who was sold into prostitution, has committed suicide, and he comes to the Arimaya brothel to find out.

First off, I hit the streets of Honjo, and let me tell ya, the vibe is always buzzing. I mean, you got the Kanto region’s charm, right? I strolled down the main drag, Kōen-dōri, and it was packed. Like, where are all these people coming from? I swear, I saw a guy juggling while riding a unicycle. I mean, c’mon, who does that?

Paranormasight: The Seven Mysteries of Honjo Review