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About Sapporo

So yeah, sex escorts—wild, messy, brilliant. Bit o’ style, bit o’ chaos. Like *Fish Tank*, it’s ugly-beautiful. “You’re a liar, you’re a fuckin’ grass”—that’s the punters. Sapphire’s my hero, tho—queen o’ the night. Reckon I’d hire her just to chat shit and drink wine. Fuck the haters, they don’t get it!

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To the embarrassment of Premier Hatoyama’s Liberal-Democratic Party, Japan’s brothel owners, operating as “The National Venereal Disease Prevention Autonomous Association,” showered .

First thing, Yuki spills juice all over the tatami mats. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” I’m trying to clean it up, and Haru’s running around like a little tornado. I swear, I thought I’d lose my mind. But then, we head out to the Hirosaki Park. It’s massive! I mean, you could get lost in there.

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