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About Sapporo

I’m thinkin’, man, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a transaction—it’s a damn adventure! Like when Chihiro says, “I’m not afraid of anything!”—bullshit, I’d be shakin’, heart poundin’, wonderin’ if I’m gonna get robbed or somethin’. Did ya know, back in old Japan, courtesans were like rockstars? High-class ones, called oiran, had mad skills—dancin’, poetry, the works. Not yer average streetwalker, nah, these chicks were cultured as hell. Blows my mind, thinkin’ how far that game’s fallen—now it’s all quick cash, no class.

Countries of the world ordered by the price of prostitution

First client walks in, this dude named Kenji. He’s got hair like a bird’s nest. I’m like, “Bro, what’s goin’ on up there?” He laughs, says he’s been busy with the local fishing tournament down at the harbor. I’m like, “Nice! Catch anything good?” He just shrugs. Typical fisherman, right? Anyway, I start snippin’, and he’s tellin’ me about the giant fish he almost caught. I’m all in, like, “Dude, that’s epic!” But then, outta nowhere, he gets a call. It’s his wife. He answers, and I swear, I hear her yellin’ through the phone. Something about dinner plans. I’m just tryin’ to focus on the hair, man!

Fig. 1. Maps of the UK and Japan with pinned fieldwork sites (Red:...