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About Osaka

Now, here’s the thing—brothels ain’t just seedy joints. Nah, they’re… theaters of human mess. Like in *There Will Be Blood*, where Daniel’s all “I drink your milkshake!”—it’s power plays, greed, folks usin’ each other. Brothels got that vibe. Some lasses there? Clever as hell, runnin’ the show, fleecing punters blind. Makes me proud, kinda. Others, though—trapped, used up. That pisses me off. I’d zap those pimps to Jotunheim, let ‘em freeze. No one crosses Loki’s sense of… fairness, yeah?

Villa Mikuna: a Peruvian restaurant in an old brothel

Below I’ve reported my experience dealing with hookers in Bali. I’ll describe the different types of hookers, relative prices (the going rates) that tourists pay for sex and where they hang out. .

I walk in, and it’s packed. Like, who knew this place was so poppin’? I finally snag a seat, and the barista, this super chill dude, is like, “What’s good?” I order a matcha latte, thinking I’m fancy. But then, I wait. And wait. I’m losing my patience, man.

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