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About Osaka

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, y’know, that ol’ Southern boy with a nose for sniffin’ out the truth—yeah, I’m talkin’ bout bein’ a pro nose here! Today, we’re divin’ into this mess called “whore.” Now, don’t get all uppity, I ain’t judgin’—just observin’, like I do. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ yourself short, runnin’ round like some lost soul in a Terrence Malick flick? Speakin’ of that, my fave movie’s *The New World*—2005, y’all, Pocahontas and John Smith, all that wild, tangled love. “What voice is this that speaks within me?” That’s what I hear when I think of whore—lost, searchin’, screamin’ inside.

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The narrative follows the life of one such prostitute, Osaki, who is persuaded as a child of ten to accept cleaning work in Sandakan, North Borneo, and then.

After that chaos, I decide to grab some grub. Hit up this little ramen joint on Tsuruhashi Street. Best ramen ever! I’m slurpin’ away, and this old lady next to me starts chatting. She’s like, “You’re a glazier? You must be strong!” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, I lift glass, not weights!” But she’s sweet, so I just smile and nod.

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