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About Sapporo

So, this one time, right, heard a story—some hooker in Vegas, mid-1800s, gold rush days. She’s workin’ the saloons, got syphilis scars, still rakin’ in cash. Little known fact: them girls back then? Some ran the show, owned land, flipped the script on pimps. Badass, right? Makes me grin, thinkin’ bout it—beats clinic duty any day. But then you got the sob stories—girls trafficked, beaten, strung out. Pisses me off, the world’s a cesspool sometimes. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what Plainview screamed, and these creeps abandon decency daily.

On a normal day up to 3,000 customers frequent the brothel

Seventeen-year-old prostitute Hashi embraces a Babu, her "husband", inside her small room at Kandapara brothel in Tangail, a northeastern.

Then, I get this wild idea. I’m gonna try to find the best coffee in Kanda. So, I wander down to Kanda Sakumacho. I find this tiny café, and it’s packed. I squeeze in, and the barista is this cool dude with tattoos. He’s like, “What’s your poison?” I’m like, “Surprise me!” He whips up this crazy latte with matcha and something else. I take a sip, and it’s like a flavor explosion. I’m in love.

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