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About Sapporo

So, picture this: dim lights, smoky air, gals in skimpy getups. Guys sneakin’ in, lookin’ all shifty-eyed. I read once—get this—brothels been around since forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em legal! Called ‘em lupanars—fancy, huh? Makes ya wonder, what’s the draw? Loneliness? Kicks? Beats me, but it’s fascinatin’. Gets my noggin spinnin’—are they happy? Sad? Angry? Hmm… prob’ly all of it, mashed up.

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Hiro. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the festival at Takamori Shrine!” I’m like, “What festival?” Apparently, it’s some local thing with food stalls and games. My heart’s racing. I’m thinking, “Forget this meeting!” But I can’t just bail. So, I sit there, plotting my escape.

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