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About Sapporo

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a glazier, fixin’ windows, seein’ shit clear as day, and lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain!” I’m watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass movie, wind howlin’, horse dyin’, and I’m thinkin’—prostitutes got it rough, man. Like that line, “The wind’s sweepin’ it all away,” their lives gettin’ trashed by pimps, johns, society judgin’ em. Pisses me off! These girls—some ain’t even girls, just kids—trapped, hustlin’ for scraps. Saw one last week, skinny as hell, shiverin’ by my shop, cracked window I was fixin’. Felt bad, man, gave her my coffee. She smiled—fuck, that hit me hard.

Can I Date As A Sex Worker?

We had three basic rules in the industry: no kissing on the mouth, never share your real name with a client and never date a client outside of work.

Then, outta nowhere, this guy starts yellin’. I mean, full-on shouting. He’s got a sign, and it’s not a happy one. “Down with the corrupt!” or some nonsense. I’m like, “Oh great, just what I needed.” My heart’s racin’, and I’m ready to throw down. But my client? He’s still smilin’. I’m thinkin’, “You’re gonna get us both in trouble, man!”

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