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About Sapporo

Look, I’m milkin machines, right? But prostitutes—whole diff game. Cold streets, hard cash, no bullshit. Watched “A.I.” last night—fuckin Gigolo Joe, smooth bastard. “What’s a girl like you doin here?” he’d say. Prostitutes got that vibe—sellin love, no strings. Met one once, Natasha, in Moscow. Skinny, tough, eyes like ice. Said she fucked a general—big secret, huh? Made me laugh, crazy bitch.

Prostitution

Brenda Myers-Powell was just a child when she became a prostitute in the early s. Here she describes how she was pulled into working on the streets.

While I’m chokin’ on my food, I see this old dude selling handmade pottery. He’s got this big ol’ smile, and I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re livin’ the dream.” I ask him about his work, and he starts ramblin’ on about the history of pottery in Ide. I’m nodding, but honestly, I’m just tryin’ not to drool on his stuff.

Mark Ide