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About Osaka

‘Course, bein’ Dolly, I gotta laugh at myself too. Here I am, big hair and bigger dreams, guidin’ folks up mountains, and I can’t help but think—shoot, I’d be a terrible prostitute! I’d prob’ly trip over my own boots tryin’ to look sexy, ha! “You’re too late!”—that’s what Kate says in the movie, and I’d be too late catchin’ any fella’s eye, I reckon. Too busy singin’ to the trees!

Throw Away Your Books, Rally in the Streets

In Midori's InVocation, the rope monument is woven through out with totemic objects donated by queer sex workers (both former and current) – dearly held objects.

After lunch, I’m feeling good. But then, bam! I step outside, and it’s pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing the weather gods. “Really? You couldn’t wait an hour?” I duck into a convenience store on Kōen-dōri, and it’s packed with people. Everyone’s just standing there, looking miserable. I’m thinking, “Welcome to Midori, where the weather hates you!”

TOGETHER! Appoints Midori Grabowski As CEO