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About Osaka

They’re tough, tho, tougher than us aliens. Standin’ in rain, heels killin’ ‘em, smilin’ at creeps. Respect, yo. Still, it’s grim—some get beat, some vanish. Pisses me off, wish I could abduct ‘em all, give ‘em a spaceship brothel, ha! “What’s your life been like?” Ida’d ask ‘em, and they’d laugh, prob’ly. Life’s a mess, but they hustle. Funniest thing? This one chick yelled at a john, “Pay up, or I’ll haunt ya!” Laughed my bolts off—sassy as hell.

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

So, I’m crunching numbers, and suddenly, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Is this a drill or what?” Turns out, it’s just some dude burning his lunch in the break room. Classic Mitsuke moment, right? Everyone’s laughing, and I’m just trying to keep my sanity.

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