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About Sapporo

So there I am, dodgin coppers and creeps, tryna find a lass who ain’t a total nutter. We shall fight the pimps, we shall fight the dodgy vibes! Once saw this bird—legs for days, smokin a fag like she owned the night. Reminded me of Nader from the movie, all quiet fury. Asked her, “What’s yer price, love?” She says, “More than yer guitar, mate.” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho—proper chuffed, I was. But then—bam!—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, reckonin he’s her boss. Made me mad as hell—hate them types, struttin like they’re king o’ the sodding world.

Brothel to ryokan

Look no further than Kamigyō-ku and Yawata, each location offering discreet, upscale lounges, sensual massage parlors, and private companionship that awaken.

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Kenji shows up. He’s got this huge grin, and I’m like, “What’s up?” He tells me about this new ramen place on Takeda Street. I’m like, “Ramen? Count me in!” But first, I gotta finish this old dude’s watch.

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