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About Osaka

What pisses me off? The noise. Gruntin’, groanin’, like pigs in mud. Happy? Hell no, but surprised—some gals there rake in more than me. Good for them, I guess. Still, rather chop wood than manage that dump. “What we did was real,” Jesse says in the flick—brothels feel fake as hell tho. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d rather wrestle a bear than shake hands with a pimp. Total sleaze-fest, I’m out.

Horrors of India's brothels documented

Hikari looks better in person than in pictures. She was about centimeters and had a slim figure. She had long black hair. Her proportions.

Anyway, I finally made it to the park by the river. It’s called Hikari River Park, and it’s gorgeous. Cherry blossoms everywhere! I sat down on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, a bunch of kids start playing soccer. They’re kicking the ball around, and guess what? One of ‘em kicks it right at me! I barely dodged it. I was like, “Yo, watch it, mini Messi!”

Inside the new Hikari Ramen, serving bowls, rice burgers and milk teas