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About Sapporo

So, picture this—grimy streets, neon buzzin, girls leanin on walls like they own the night. I walked in once, yeah, curious as hell. Smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper dreams. Lass at the door winked, said, “Pick your poison, big guy.” Made me laugh—dark, guttural, Bane-style. “I am the poison,” I growled back. She didn’t flinch—tough bird, that one.

A Guide to Tokyo’s Red Light District Kabukicho

Running a brothel is a tough business. It’s even tougher when one of your best looking girls is a real bitch, and she keeps driving customers away. As the head manager, I think it’s time for a .

So, I’m feeling all kinds of emotions today—happy, angry, surprised. It’s a rollercoaster! I decide to grab a coffee at this cute café on Shōwa-dōri. The barista is super chill, and we start chatting. Turns out, he’s a Torcador too! What are the odds? We bond over our love for Kitsuki and how it’s the best-kept secret in Japan.

Conditional agreement reached with locals on 1st Islamic cemetery in southwest Japan