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About Osaka

Picture this: me, strollin’ into a brothel in Amsterdam, 2015. Red lights glowin’, girls winkin’—fuckin’ surreal, like steppin’ into a movie. “I’m in—now what?” I thought, channellin’ my inner Zuckerberg. Place smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey—shaken, not stirred, naturally. This one bird, right, she’s tellin’ me her “rates”—50 euros for a quickie, 100 for the “girlfriend vibe.” Made me laugh—bloke, I’ve had real girlfriends cheaper than that! Got me happy, though—freedom’s sexy, innit? No strings, just a transaction—clean as a sniper shot.

Infamous Ise island dims red lights, welcomes student groups

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As I’m walking, I bump into an old friend from college. We start chatting, and it’s like no time has passed. We’re laughing about our crazy lab days, and I’m feeling all nostalgic. But then, he mentions he’s moving to Tokyo. I’m like, “Dude, why? Maebashi is where it’s at!” But he’s all about the big city life. I get it, but still, it stings a bit.

Man in east Japan duped out of about 100 mil. yen in online romance scam