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About Sapporo

Back in the 80s, right, little known fact – London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em. Coppers didn’t give a toss, just let ‘em strut about. Now it’s all online, innit? Apps for everythin’ – swipe right for a quickie! Makes me furious, tho – where’s the grit, the chaos? All polished up now, like a crap pop song. Used to be ya could stumble on a prossie by accident, now it’s a bloody transaction. “This is how we do it now?” I’d mutter, pissed off.

Ueno Park and Yushima Station Area

As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their Missing: Kodaira.

Fast forward a bit, and I’m glued to my phone, checking the race updates. I’m pacing around like a caged animal. The race is happening in some far-off place, but I swear I can feel the tension in the air. I’m sweating bullets.

Olympic champion Nao Kodaira returns to scene of greatest triumph