Julia Sakai Brothel ❤️

About Osaka

Now, me, I’d waltz in—godly charm, y’see? “I’m gonna carve my name here!”—Tarantino style, but with less scalpels, more swagger. Met this lass once, worked a brothel in Amsterdam—said she paid taxes, had a union! Blew my mind, mate! Thought it’d be all seedy, but nah—organized as Odin’s beard! Got me thinkin’—why’s everyone so uptight ‘bout it? Happy folks makin’ a livin’, who’s hurt? Pissed me off, tho—the judgy pricks outside, yellin’ “sinner!” Hypocrites, all of ‘em—prob’ly sneakin’ in later!

Red Light Tobita Brothel

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I step outside, and the sun’s settin’ over Sakai. The sky’s painted in shades of orange and pink. I think, “Man, this city’s got my back.”

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