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About Sapporo

Now, I ain’t no prude—*libertas*, freedom, all that! But blimey, walking past one—say, Soho, back in the day—smells of cheap perfume, desperation wafts out. Little factoid for ya: Amsterdam’s red-light district? Been legal since 1810—*crikey*! Napoleon’s lot sorted it—kept the lads happy, taxman too. Smart, eh? Not like Brandon though— “You’re a liar,” he’s told. Brothels don’t lie—they’re blunt, in yer face.

Manila Red Light Districts Map

But first, I had to grab some breakfast. Stopped by this little joint on Kiyokawa Street. They had the best tamagoyaki. I swear, I could eat that stuff all day. I’m sittin’ there, scarfing it down, and this old dude next to me starts talkin’ about the “good ol’ days.” Like, bro, I’m just tryna eat! But he’s all nostalgic about the fishing days. I’m like, “Yeah, cool, but I’m not here for a history lesson.”

Watari, Ninja Boy (1966)