Megan Osaki Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Kobe

So, this one time, right, this gal stumbles in, heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Buys a soda, hands shakin’—I’m like, “Honey, you okay?” She just winks, says, “Cash talks, babe.” Made me laugh, but also—hmm…—kinda mad! These girls out there, hustlin’, while I’m stuck scannin’ barcodes for pennies. unfair, right? Reminds me of Dae-su again—“If you can’t see, you can’t fight.” They’re out there blind, chasin’ cash, dodgin’ creeps.

Osaka Paints Roads Yellow to Curb Prostitution

Many, many prostitutes in Japan aren't keen on foreigners, and neither are the proprietors of the establishments where they work.

First stop, I’m cruisin’ down Naniwa Street. Love that place. It’s got this vibe, ya know? But then, BAM! Traffic jam. Like, what’s the deal? I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the clock tick away. I’m late for a job on the 5th floor of some fancy building near the Osaka Bay. I’m like, “C’mon, people! Move it!”

Poet Troy Osaki on the Filipino diaspora in the Pacific Northwest