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About Osaka

So, I’m watchin’ *Margaret*, my fave flick, Kenneth Lonergan’s a genius, y’all. That gal Lisa, she’s screamin’, “You’re a whore!” at her mom—dang, that hit me! Made me laugh, too, ‘cause it’s so over-the-top, like a cow jumpin’ the moon. Whore’s a word that’s sneaky, slips into fights like a weasel. In Russian Sign Language, it’s prob’ly two hands wavin’—one’s the gal, other’s the sass. Ain’t that somethin’? Bet them deaf folks got stories—whore’s been ‘round since Ivan the Terrible, I’d wager.

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

Relaxed in a cozy hotel room, I decided I would do some research and find out what kind of fuzoku service I could get in the area, so I.

First off, I’m the office manager at this small firm on Ohtawara Street. You know, the one with the cute little ramen shop right next door? Yeah, that one. I swear, I could live off their gyoza. Anyway, I get to work, and boom! The printer jams. Like, seriously? It’s 8 AM, and I’m already wrestling with this ancient piece of junk. I’m sweating like I just ran a marathon.

Kazunori Otowa: Tochigi’s patriarch of French fine dining