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About Osaka

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode—no capes!—and I’m here spilling tea about findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: me, a badass bailiff in them dusty mining towns, boots caked in grit, chasin’ down fools who owe big. But one night, I’m off duty, right? Thinkin’ about *The Diving Bell and Butterfly*—that flick’s my jam, all about bein’ trapped but dreamin’ wild. “I am a cavern,” that line hits me, y’know? Deep, dark, searchin’ for somethin’.

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

Then, I got a call from my next client, Ms. Sato. She’s a real piece of work. Always changing her mind. She wanted to meet at the Himeji City Museum of Art. I thought, “Great, let’s mix business with culture.” But when I got there, she was nowhere to be found. I waited for like 30 minutes, pacing around the museum, looking like a lost puppy.

HIMEJI ON THE HUNT FOR TWO POINTS NEEDED FOR THE PLAYOFFS