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About Sapporo

Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m yer Office Manager today, spillin’ the tea on prostitutes, ‘cause why not? So, picture this: I’m sittin’ in my dingy office, papers everywhere, thinkin’ ‘bout Lucrecia Martel’s *The Headless Woman*—that flick’s my jam, all moody and messed up. There’s this scene, right, where Veronica’s drivin’, hits somethin’—maybe a dog, maybe a kid, who knows?—and she just keeps goin’, dazed, lost in her head. That’s how I see prostitutes sometimes, y’know? Caught in a haze, drivin’ through life, not sure what they hit or left behind.

Hidden Gem in Nagoya: Exploring Shibata Hyper-Local Red-Light District

Multiple girlie bars and massage parlours along the street, and if you go out past 9pm plenty of hookers will proposition you. Despite this it.

Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up this little joint on Osu Street for some hitsumabushi. If you haven’t had it, you’re missing out! It’s like grilled eel heaven. I’m digging in, and suddenly, this group of tourists walks in, and they’re LOUD. Like, can you not? I’m trying to enjoy my food here! But then, one of them drops their phone, and it goes flying. I can’t help but laugh. Karma, right?

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