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About Sapporo

So, picture this—I’m hoppin’ down the street, ears flappin’, lookin’ for a carrot, when bam! I stumble into this shady spot. Neon lights blinkin’, girls leanin’ on corners, smokin’ cigs. One chick’s like, “Hey, bunny, you lost?” I’m like, nah, just cruisin’, babe! Made me laugh—me, Bugs, lost? Pfft. But it got me thinkin’—these gals, they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Kinda badass, kinda sad. Reminds me of Penny Lane in “Almost Famous,” y’know? “We are not groupies, we’re Band Aids!”—except, nah, these girls ain’t here for the music.

How Japan’s Secretive ‘Soapland’ Brothels Operate

Man, what a day! Seriously, Chikuma, you’ve got me all kinds of twisted. So, I roll into this city, right? First off, it’s like a postcard. Mountains everywhere, rivers flowing like they’re in a race. I’m talking about the Chikuma River, which is just chillin’ there, looking all majestic.

Japanese learn to wear down the heat