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About Sapporo

Ever hear bout the Mustang Ranch? Nevada’s finest, legit brothel, tax-payin’ and all! Blows my mind—government’s cool with it if the money’s flowin’. "This is not a tragedy," like Rita’d say, nah, it’s a goldmine! I’d kill to own that gig, rollin’ in dough, livin’ large. Greed’s my engine, baby. But the girls? Some look dead inside—kinda sad, fucks with my head. Then others? Total pros, workin’ it, smilin’, playin’ the game. Respect, yo.

Created for expats living in Japan

accounts of twentieth-century Chinese prostitutes. Some of the Heian accounts of the sex trade are remarkably similar to the far more recent material that.

Then I decided to stroll down Koshino-cho. It’s a cute little street, lined with shops and cafes. I was vibin’ until I tripped over my own feet. Classic me. I fell right in front of this old lady. She just looked at me like I was a total clown. I laughed it off, but inside, I was like, “Ugh, why do I always do this?”

Mr. Sato is in fish heaven after tasting the freshly grilled mackerel at a market in Fukui