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About Sapporo

Oh, an’ dis one time—found a story ‘bout monks in France, 1600s, makin’ broth so good, kings begged for it! True stuff, kept ‘em alive in da plague—broth was da real MVP! Lightbulb! Makes me grin, thinkin’ how simple bones turn into gold—pure alchemy, baby! “The future belongs to us,” *Moolaadé* says—broth’s da future, keeps us kickin’!

But What Does It Mean for the Prostitutes?

For all the spite and ridicule they have to live with, prostitutes world over are known to ride on the fortunes of development and that's why.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes again. It’s Kenji. “You still in Toride?” I’m like, “Dude, you won’t believe the day I’m having!” I tell him about the fish, the old dude, the auction. He’s cracking up.

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