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About Sapporo

Then it hits me, that Boonmee vibe—“I see my past lives flicker.” Maybe these girls got stories, too, lives stacked like old film reels. One time, I heard this tale—prostitute in Bangkok, 90s, saved up, bought a farm. True story! Left the streets, grew rice, flipped the script. Made me smile, thinkin’ she outsmarted the hustle. But here? It’s gritty—neon lights, fake moans, guys too drunk to care. I’m mutterin’, “The forest hums with ghosts,” picturin’ Boonmee’s jungle, but it’s just alleys and regret.

For Travellers to Japan

Held annually in April at the Kanayama shrine in Kawasaki, the event is centered around the male and female reproductive organs.

Anyway, I’m stuck in this meeting, and my mind starts wandering. I’m daydreaming about the Takamori Onsen. Like, I could really use a soak right now. But nope, I’m here, listening to Mr. Tanaka drone on about quarterly profits. Yawn.

A Trilogy of Tributes to Akio Takamori and Clay on Vashon