This blog has quickly degraded into a running monologue of my unhealthy preoccupation with Japanese chicks.
Continuing with that theme, here is a quick video example of why Japanese hostesses and their hair rule my world.
When I lived in Osaka, one of my main girlfriends, who was a hostess, used to take a cab to my place straight after work at 3am with her hair still done up like this. It was the greatest thing ever.
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