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About Sapporo

But lemme tell ya, what pisses me off? Them fake-ass “massage” ads—ya know, the ones promisin’ “happy endings” but it’s just a scam! Wastes my damn time, grrr! Want the real deal—slow, teasin’, body talkin’ without words. “What we see isn’t real,” Godard’d say—damn right, half these parlors fulla lies! Gotta hunt the good ones, rare as hell. Found one once—tiny spot, dim lights, chick knew tricks I didn’t even dream of. Fingers grazin’ spots I forgot I had—surprised me so bad I nearly flipped the table! Hahaha!

Tokushima Meet Girls

But then, just when I think it’s all chill, I get a call about a street fight on Takamatsu Street. Seriously? I’m like, “Can’t a guy catch a break?” I rush over, and it’s just a couple of guys arguing over who has the best ramen. I mean, c’mon! It’s Narutocho-mitsuishi! We all know it’s the place on Yamada Street.