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About Osaka

Me, I adore ‘em—their sass, their spark! They’re like Eli, fierce and fragile, rollin’ with the punches. Sure, folks sneer, call ‘em trash, but I say screw that noise—they’re queens in my book! Ever think how they see *us*? Bet they’re laughin’ at our fake-ass morals, sippin’ cheap wine, spillin’ secrets. Whores got stories, darlin’, wilder than any script I ever read.

Calculate Distance to Hobaramachi

Hobaramachi Prostitute Japan, Facesitting, Deep Throat, Kissing if good chemistry, Deep Throat.

Then, boom! The door swings open. It’s my buddy Kenji from down the street. He’s all hyped up, talkin’ about some festival on Shōwa-dōri. I’m like, “What festival?!” Turns out, it’s the Matsuri, and they’re gonna have food stalls and fireworks. I’m like, “Man, I gotta finish this haircut first!”