Rebecca Nara Shi Brothel ❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Now, what pisses me off—when folks act all high’n’mighty ‘bout it. Like, c’mon, it’s been around forever—oldest gig in the book! Even in *Carlos*, ya see that raw human side—folks doin’ what they gotta. Brothels ain’t all glitter tho—some stories gut-punch ya. Heard ‘bout this gal in the 1900s, forced in, escaped, wrote a book. Tough as nails, that one—made me root fer her like I rooted fer Carlos takin’ on the system.

Location information

First off, I grab my usual breakfast at this tiny joint on Sanjo-dori. Best onigiri in town, no cap. I’m munching away, thinking about the market opening. Then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Dude, did you see the Nikkei?” I’m like, “Nah, I’m just trying to enjoy my rice ball!” But of course, I check. And what do I see? Stocks plummeting like they’re in free fall. Ugh, my heart sank faster than a stone in the Kizu River.

We try new jiggly Kuzu Mochi Cider drink in Nara, and it’s a treat that’s hard to beat