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About Sapporo

Alright, pal, strap in—Jack Nicholson’s here, maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—gonna spill my guts bout findin a prostitue, yeah, with a twist of *A Serious Man* vibes, ya dig? Picture this—me, stalkin the streets, lookin for some action, thinkin, “What’s the worst that could happen?” like Larry Gopnik mutterin bout his damn life fallin apart. I’m pissed, man—why’s it so hard to find a good time? Every corner’s got some shady cat, not a skirt in sight, and I’m like, “The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away,” but where’s the givin part, huh?

Prostitution in Japan: The Hidden Side of the Night 🇯🇵

So, I woke up late, as usual. My alarm? Totally ignored. I jumped outta bed, threw on whatever was on the floor, and bolted out the door. First stop? The local konbini on Matsubara Street. Gotta get my caffeine fix, right? Grabbed a can of that sweet, sweet iced coffee. Best way to kick off a day, no doubt.