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About Osaka

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, findin’ a prostitute—wild shit, right? I’m out here, Eric Andre style, chaotic as fuck, tryna break this down for ya. Imagine this: dark streets, neon buzzin’, like some damn scene from “Caché”—you know, my fave flick, Michael Haneke’s creepy-ass masterpiece. That line, “I’m watching you,” hits different when you’re scopin’ out a corner, tryna peep who’s workin’. Shit’s hidden in plain sight, yo—absurdity overload!

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas .

I rush to the beach, dodging tourists and locals. Arai’s streets are packed, especially around the shopping district. I pass by the Arai Castle ruins, and I’m like, “Dude, this place is ancient!” But I gotta focus. I’m here to promote, not to daydream about samurai or whatever.

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