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About Osaka

But real talk—she’s tough. Steel core, like a SpaceX rocket. Gotta be, right? Streets ain’t kind. I’m typin’ fast, misspelin’ shit—prostitue, ha! Screw grammar, she’d get it. “I’m an original, kid,” she’d say, quotin’ Royal himself. Surprised me how human she felt—not a bot, not a stereotype. Just her, vibin’.

Anearth Fantasy Stories: The First Volume

Licensed Prostitution in Japan. Japan’s prewar system of government-approved prostitution (kōshō seido) was based on the inspection, certification, and licensing of brothels in the so .

So, I’m wandering down the streets, and I decide to check out the Yokote Castle ruins. It’s like, ancient and stuff, but the view from up there? Totally worth the climb. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, like, “What’s the meaning of life?” when this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He trips, and the ball goes flying right into my face. Ouch! I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids these days, man.

Eccentric Journey: Yaku Mitsuru （Yokote Masuda Manga Museum）