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About Osaka

But real talk—*Before Sunset* vibes hit me. There’s Celine, yeah, sayin’, “I guess when you’re young, you just believe there’ll be many people…” and I’m thinkin’, prostitutes tho? They see bare people, don’t they? Hundreds, maybe thousands, passin’ through their days. Ain’t romantic like Jesse and Celine, nah, but it’s still a connect, innit? Short, sharp, transactional—yet human. Got me ponderin’—do they clock you like Celine clocks Jesse? “I see you, I feel you,” or is it just, “Next, fam!”

Life inside the sex dens of Majengo

Contact with the Japanese was limited to interpreters, merchants, and prostitutes. But while only 20 or so Dutch lived on Dejima at a time.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear a scream. I look over, and there’s this old lady, Mrs. Tanaka, waving her arms like she’s trying to fly. She’s stuck in her house on Hirado’s Main Street. I’m like, “Great, just what I need!” But I can’t leave her. So, I grab my gear and sprint over.

Hungary presents Bogányi piano to Tchaikovsky conservatory in Moscow