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About Sapporo

So, findin’ a prossie, right? Ain’t just ‘bout coins clinkin’. Nah, it’s a dance, a game! Ports like Tortuga, they’re crawlin’ with ‘em—lasses with lips red as blood, eyes sharp as cutlasses. Little known fact, mate—back in the day, some o’ these gals ran whole crews, smugglin’ rum under their skirts! True story, swear on me compass! Got me laughin’—imagine that, a prossie captain, orderin’ me ‘round! “You wanna die?” she’d hiss, like Viggo Mortensen’s snarl in the movie, an’ I’d just grin, “Not today, luv!”

Life inside the sex dens of Majengo

Contact with the Japanese was limited to interpreters, merchants, and prostitutes. But while only 20 or so Dutch lived on Dejima at a time.

So, I’m gearin’ up at the station on Kameyama Street, right? Just me and my crew, all pumped up. We’re sippin’ on some coffee, talkin’ about last night’s game. Then, boom! The alarm goes off. My heart’s racin’ like I just chugged a Red Bull. We get the call—fire at the Hirado Castle! Like, are you kidding me? That place is a national treasure!

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