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About Sapporo

I’d sneak in, ya know? Peek around, Bart-style. Bet it smells like cheap perfume. Or desperation. Hella dark, like when they dig in the movie. Diggin’ for truth, but—nah, just dirt. Brothels bury crap too. Nobody’s confessin’. Makes me laugh, tho. Imagine Homer runnin’ one! “D’oh, forgot the girls!”

Inside the Enigmatic Brothels of Japan

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First off, I’m a violin maker, right? I’ve been crafting these beauties for years. But today, I had a customer—let’s call him Mr. Picky. He strolls in, all high and mighty, and starts inspecting my violins like he’s some kinda expert. Dude, I’ve spent hours on these! He picks up one, and I swear, he looks at it like it’s a piece of trash. I’m fuming inside. Like, bro, you have no idea how much love went into that wood from the mountains of Funaishikawa!