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About Sapporo

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” I’m thinkin’, what’s the draw? Some dude, lonely as hell, swipes right for company. Reminds me of Benigno in the movie, carin’ for Alicia, silent and still. “The best thing is to talk to her,” he’d say, but these johns? They ain’t talkin’. They’re payin’ for silence, or moans, or whatever. Surprised me, first time I dug into it—how damn organized it is. Brothels in Nevada, legal and all, got schedules tighter than my lab’s. Girls clock in, clock out, like it’s fuckin’ Walmart.

Ohara Incident

My life as a Honolulu prostitute. by Jean O'Hara · Unknown Binding.

First off, I roll into Ohara, and it’s like, whoa! The streets are packed. I mean, I’m used to the quiet rustle of leaves, not the honking of cars on Kiyomizu Street. Seriously, I thought I’d stepped into a different world. The vibe is electric, but also kinda overwhelming.

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