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About Osaka

Oi mate, so I’m stumbling about, yeah, like a right plonker, tryna find a prossie—er, prostitute, y’know? Me, Mr. Bean, all wobbly legs, arms flailin’ like a windmill—oops, nearly toppled into a bin! *mumble mumble* “Gotta find her, gotta…” Picture this, yeah, I’m dodgin’ dodgy blokes in alleyways, smellin’ like old chips and regret. Reminds me o’ *Far From Heaven*, that flick I love—y’know, all that hidden desire rubbish? Cathy in her posh frocks, sneakin’ about, wantin’ what she can’t have. Me? I’m wantin’ a prossie, but I’m rubbish at this!

Escorts in Kyoto

I stroll down to Amanohashidate, this famous sandbar. It’s supposed to be one of the top three scenic views in Japan. I’m pumped! But then, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Really? In front of all these tourists?” I laugh it off, but inside, I’m fuming.

Japan Photo Journal: Summer of music, light begins at Kyoto's scenic sandbar