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About Sapporo

The vibe? Chaos, mate. Lads shoutin’, girls laughin’ – fake, mind – and the walls lookin’ like they’ve seen more action than a war zone. Reminds me of that line, “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist…” – bollocks, here you’re just a punter or a prossie, no airs, no graces. Oh, and the myths? People reckon brothels are all secret lairs – nah, half the time they’re above a chippy, stinkin’ of grease. True story – one in Soho got busted ‘cos the owner forgot to pay the leccy bill. Lights out, trousers down – what a prat!

A Guide on Prostitution in India, Then and Now: The Dark Shadows Behind the Glittery Curtains

I went to various 'interesting' establishments on a regular basis. Here's a little guide on what you can expect.

I take a shortcut through the back alleys of Anan. You know, the ones that smell like a mix of ramen and something else. I’m dodging people, tripping over my own feet. I’m like, “Excuse me! Sorry! Gotta save my sheep!”

Anan Mansour Obituary (1960 - 2022) - Toledo, OH - The Blade