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About Sapporo

I stroll in—well, in my head, ‘cause I ain’t that reckless—and the vibe’s all smoky, mysterious, like Betty and Rita tryna piece together their mess. “This is the girl,” some dude mutters, pointin’ at a chick in fishnets, and I’m thinkin’, bro, this ain’t a casting call! Makes me laugh, tho—whole setup’s absurd, like a dark comedy. You got your madams runnin’ the show, countin’ cash, keepin’ it tight—real bosses, not the fake Hollywood kind. Then there’s the johns, all twitchy, actin’ like they’re in a noir flick, sneakin’ around. Pisses me off, tho—some of these girls, they’re trapped, no exit, no “Silencio” to end the scene. That’s the ugly bit, fam.

Inside the Enigmatic Brothels of Japan

Looking for a bit of seedy Japan? Kaukicho in Tokyo's Shijuku Ward will get just close enough to feeling uncomfortable while staying safe.

The museum’s on the corner of Hokkaido Street, and it’s packed. I’m weaving through the crowd, trying to catch a glimpse of the new stuff. And then, bam! I bump into this guy. He’s like, “Watch it!” I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s a museum, not a mosh pit!”

Usefulness of the newly developed artificial denture plaque for practical denture care training