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About Osaka

Oi mate, here I am, David Attenborough style, narratin’ the wild world of sex escorts, calm as a bloody forest breeze. Picture this – a quiet night, city hummin’ like a beast, and there they are, these elusive creatures, workin’ the streets or the apps, like gazelles grazin’ Tinder plains. Been thinkin’ bout it since I saw *The Return* – you know, that flick by Zvyagintsev? Hits ya deep, like a punch to the soul. “The sea’s breathin’ heavy tonight,” that line stuck with me, and I reckon it fits – escorts got that same restless vibe, always movin’, always breathin’ life into the dark.

ENG 2000: Perspectives in Literature, Professor Belli, Spring 2014

Me: SO PRETTY!!! *sparkly eyes* Liz: so soma has eaten about EVERYTHING how has she not managed to eat a couple of her own fingers or toes?

Then I strolled down to the Soma City Hall. I had a meeting with some local biz folks. They were all about that economic growth, but honestly, I was just trying to keep my eyes open. I mean, who knew talking about GDP could be so snooze-worthy? But then, outta nowhere, this dude starts talking about how Soma’s been revamping its tourism. Like, really? I mean, I love Soma, but it’s not exactly Kyoto, ya know?

Elderly Person and Dog Struck and Killed by Vehicle on Howard Street In SoMa