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About Sapporo

Alright, so here’s me, Larry David, ranting about brothels—yeah, brothels! You wanna talk atractivness of a profesion? Let’s dive into *this* mess. I mean, who picks *that* gig? “Oh, I wanna work in a brothel—pretty, pretty good career move!” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s nuts! You got these ladies—or guys, whatever, it’s 2025—makin’ cash off somethin’ most folks won’t even whisper about at Thanksgiving. And yet, it’s got this weird pull, right? Like in *A.I.*, where Gigolo Joe’s all slick, struttin’ around, “What do you desire?”—that’s the vibe! It’s creepy, it’s wild, but damn if it ain’t fascinating.

Inside the Enigmatic Brothels of Japan

I’m starving, right? So I hit up this takoyaki stand. Best decision ever! I mean, who doesn’t love octopus balls? But then, I spill some sauce on my shirt. Ugh, classic me. I’m like, “Great, now I look like a walking condiment.”

Photos: A Hotel Made of Ice and Snow in Hokkaido