Chloe Funaishikawa Brothel ❤️

About Sapporo

Ruh-roh! Brothel, huh? Man, this game’s wild—got me thinkin’ bout them shady joints in old-school flicks. Like, imagine “In the Mood for Love” vibes, but dirty, ya know? Them neon lights flickerin’, all moody-like, and I’m sittin’ there, Scoob-style, sniffin’ out the scene. “In the quiet night,” who’s sneakin’ round them brothel doors? Prolly some dude in a trenchcoat, lookin’ all sus.

Inside the Enigmatic Brothels of Japan

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Kenji bursts in. He’s all outta breath, like he just ran a marathon. Turns out, he saw a festival happening down by the river. The Funaishikawa River, you know? It’s beautiful, especially in the fall. The leaves are all orange and red, and the water sparkles like diamonds. I’m like, “Dude, let’s go!” But Mr. Picky is still there, nitpicking my work. Ugh!