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About Osaka

Personal quirk? I’d prolly overtip ‘em, ‘cause I’m extra like that. Exaggeratin’ for drama—imagine me yellin’, “You’re the queen of the NIGHT!” They’d roll eyes, but I’d mean it. Surprised me how many got stories—one told me she paid for her kid’s school, broke my damn heart, but damn proud too. “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?”—nah, they ain’t blameless, they REAL. That’s better. Prostitutes ain’t just hookin’, they livin’—messy, bold, human as fuck. Respect!

Korea Had Long History of Trafficking in Women—Even Before the Japanese Came

Kure*. But 15 or 16 years ago a gambler and sailor, whose nickname was Ōtora, opened a Japanese devil cave in Victoria with four prostitutes, and Toraji.

I get home, and I’m just sitting there, thinking about my day. Kure’s got its quirks, for sure. The people, the food, the crazy weather. It’s wild, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you harvest rice and then chow down on ramen while listening to stories about naval history?

PHOTOS: Take a first look at the new Fort Fisher State Historic Site visitor center