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About Sapporo

So, I’m imaginin’ it—me, Larry, sidlin’ up, all curious. “Hey, darlin’, what’s your story?” Slow talk, ya know, diggin’ deep. She’s prob’ly heard every line, rolls her eyes—“You got cash or what?” I’d laugh, say, “Champagne wishes, baby!”—my old catchphrase, heh. But real talk, it’s a transaction, quick’n dirty. Monty’s line pops in—“You had it all, and you threw it away.” Hits ya, right? Some folks choose this, some fall into it. Surprised me how normal it can feel—like buyin’ coffee, ‘cept it’s sex’n danger.

Coming to the rescue of streetwalkers in Kabukicho

There are many reasons women, including the comfort women, enter prostitution. Regardless of the reason, when it comes to the sex business, coercion is a given.

So, I woke up late. Classic me, right? Alarm didn’t go off. I scrambled outta bed, threw on whatever I could find. I mean, who needs matching socks anyway? Not me! I had a ton of stuff to do at the Asahi City Archives. Gotta love my job, but some days it feels like I’m digging through a mountain of dusty old papers.

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