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About Sapporo

But ooh, the rage – pimps, slimy gits! One tried chargin’ me double – double! Hiss! “I’m the beast that keeps givin’!” I snarled, quotin’ Freddie Quell, yesss! He backed off quick, the twat. Surprised me, that – thought I’d get a smack! We’s tougher than we looks, preciousss.

CHAPTER 5. The Voices of Aged Buraku Women

When she accepts her weeping mother's request that she become a prostitute, Yuki becomes a substitute for the patriarch whose role is to support the family.

Finally, I duck into this little café on Kōen-dōri. It’s cozy, smells like coffee and pastries. I order a matcha latte, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting, and I find out he’s a fellow Makhaut! What are the odds? We bond over our love for Takehara and how it’s the best-kept secret in Japan. Seriously, if you haven’t been, you’re missing out.

The Eyes of a Horse Atsuko Takehara