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About Sapporo

So, brothels—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book, they say—ain’t that wild? I read once—think it was some dusty history book—that in ancient Babylon, they had temple brothels, like holy hookups or somethin’. Priests pimpin’ out gals for the gods—nuts, huh? Makes ya wonder what kinda radio signals they were tunin’ into back then—prolly static and moans! Hah! But real talk, I’ve seen some shady setups in my time—wires hangin’ loose, sketchy lights flickerin’—and brothels? They’re like that, but with people. Kinda chaotic, kinda alive.

Mt Fuji Fun

Artwork by Harunobu Suzuki, two amorous couples in a brothel in the Yoshiwara, a brazier and kettle with scattered books in the right foreground.

I order the spicy miso ramen, and it’s fire! I’m slurpin’ it down like it’s the last meal on Earth. Kenji’s laughin’ at me, but I don’t care. I’m in ramen heaven. Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! Like, what?! The whole place is pitch black. I’m sittin’ there, noodles halfway to my mouth, and I’m like, “This is how I die.”

Ambaliya: Mutum 3 sun rasu, dubbai sun rasa muhalli a Bauchi