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About Osaka

So, I roll down the window—curious, slow, Larry style. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” She smirks, leans in, says, “What you lookin’ for, pops?” Pops! Me! I’m laughin’—she’s got sass. I’m not buyin’, just talkin’, diggin’ for the scoop. She tells me—$50 for a quickie, $100 for more. Cash up front, no cards. I’m like, “What, no Venmo?” She rolls her eyes—guess I’m old-school. But here’s a tidbit—did ya know some of these gals use burner phones? Like drug dealers! Keeps it secret, safe. Blew my mind—high-tech hookin’!

Why I will never go back to Mombasa after my encounter with a prostitute in Mtwapa

Many people have helped me along the way of conceptualizing, writing, and finishing this dissertation. I would like to thank my advisors.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Route 246. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Yeah, that one. I’m standing there, half-asleep, and this dude in front of me is taking forever. Like, c’mon bro, it’s just a rice ball! I’m about to lose it. Finally, he pays, and I grab my onigiri and a can of iced coffee. Life saver, right?

Camp Zama community members visit hospital in Japan's Gotemba City