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About Osaka

Oh, and the smells—perfume, sweat, regret—hit ya hard. Kinda poetic, like Wes’s shots. “Such beauty, such sorrow,” I whisper, feelin’ deep. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But it’s raw, man! You dive in, you feel alive—or dirty. Your call. Me? I’m laughin’—this one chick winked, said, “Gandalf, you’re hot!” Sarcasm? Flirtin’? Who knows! Made my night tho.

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the lack of any discussion about social attitudes at large toward prostitutes. How far did society condone patronage of the Yoshiwara? What undesir- able.

First off, I hit the streets of Yoshikawa, and lemme tell ya, the vibe was off. I mean, I love this city, but today? Ugh. I was cruisin’ down Koshigaya Street, and it was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, I almost got run over by a bike. Seriously, dude, watch where you’re goin’!

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