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About Osaka

So, prostitutes—whew, they’re somethin’. I reckon they’re tougher than a two-dollar steak! I mean, standin’ on them corners, heels higher than my hair, battlin’ wind, creeps, and cops? Takes guts, y’all. Ain’t no picnic. Got me mad as a wet hen thinkin’ ‘bout how folks judge ‘em. Like, who’re we to throw stones? “I’m not there yet!”—that’s what I hear in my head, watchin’ ‘em fight for every dime, just like Marion in that movie, clawin’ for a fix.

Photographer explores Japan's forbidden 'Ghost Island'

So, I keep wandering. I hit up “Kōen-dōri” again, and I see this old school building. It’s all covered in vines. I’m like, “Wow, nature’s reclaiming this place.” But then I see some graffiti. It says, “Hashima: The Island of Lost Dreams.” I laugh. Like, who even writes that? But it hits me, you know?

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