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About Sapporo

So, picture this—I’m sittin’ at my desk, piles of paper everywhere, coffee cold as hell. I start wonderin’ bout brothels, right? Not the fancy ones billionaires sneak off to—no, those greedy bastards hog everythin’! I mean the gritty ones, down back alleys. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some brothels doubled as spy hubs? Yep, ladies there eavesdropped on drunk fools—secrets spilled faster than cheap whiskey! Kinda like in *Zero Dark Thirty*—“You can’t run from us!”—those girls were gatherin’ intel, quiet-like.

Bird's-eye View of a Yoshiwara Brothel

It is said that Eisen was a brothel owner and held the reputation of a debaucher and a man of questionable personal conduct. Though he completed masterful.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pourin’. I mean, like, monsoon level rain. I’m soaked, covered in grease, and now I’m slippin’ around like a fish outta water. I’m yellin’ at Taro, “Dude, can you grab me a towel or somethin’?” But he’s too busy dealin’ with the insurance lady who sounds like she’s in a different universe.

There’s more to do than just look at the flowers at Tokyo’s biggest riverside sakura celebration