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About Sapporo

So, check it—prostitutes? Been around forever. Oldest job, they say—older than me chokin’ fools with the Force. Back in Rome, they had these lupanars—brothels, dank and grimy. Little fact: girls wore sandals with “follow me” carved in ‘em. Tracks in the dirt, genius, huh? Made me laugh—imagine that hustle! Nowadays, it’s all digital, tho—apps, ads, shady X posts. You dig deep, you’ll find ‘em. Surprised me how slick it’s gotten—kinda pissed me off too. Where’s the grit, the rawness?

Man Discovers He’s a Cake When a Fork Accidentally Gets a Taste

So, I’m in there, and this dude in front of me is taking forever. Like, c’mon bro, it’s just a rice ball! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could’ve been halfway to the station by now. Finally, he pays, and I grab my coffee. But guess what? They messed up my order! I asked for a hot latte, and I got some weird cold matcha thing. Ugh!

Blast Worship: Takafumi Matsubara