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About Sapporo

Imagine it—walls whispering secrets, “I am unable to flee,” like Boonmee’s ghosts mutterin’ in the jungle. Each room’s a past life, a punter stumblin’ through karma with his trousers down. Brothels ain’t just shag shacks, nah—they’re history books with stained sheets! Did ya know, back in Victorian days, some London tarts ran their own houses? Proper bosses, rakin’ in more dosh than a toff at Ascot. Makes me chuffed—girls takin’ the reins, stickin’ it to the patriarchy with a wink and a fiver.

Horrors of India's brothels documented

I rush down the hill, dodging people on the streets. Ijuin’s streets are always packed, especially around the station. I’m weaving through folks like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I finally make it to the meeting, and guess what? It’s canceled! Ugh! I could’ve stayed at the castle!

Tada-kun wa Koi wo Shinai – 05