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About Osaka

Me head’s buzzin’—love how they flip the script, y’know? But christ, the danger they face—dodgy blokes, pimps, the lot. We shall fight in the fields of compassion! Once knew a gal, swore she saw a ghost john—reckoned he paid in phantom quid! Laughed me arse off, but she was dead serious—swore it kept her warm that night. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who am I to judge?

Japanese Women: Emerging from Subservience, 1868–1945

Kanamara was once popular among prostitutes who wished to protect themselves from sexually transmitted diseases. The parade starts around 12pm and moves from.

So, I hit the streets of Fukui, feeling all pumped. First stop? The famous Fukui Castle ruins. I mean, who doesn’t love a good castle, right? But when I got there, it was like a ghost town. Just me and a couple of pigeons. I swear, those birds were judging me. Like, “What’s this dude doing here?”

Single-Cell Analysis of Unidirectional Migration of Glioblastoma Cells Using a Fiber-Based Scaffold