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About Sapporo

What pisses me off? The pimps, man—slimy bastards lurkin’ like vultures. Saw one smack a girl once, nearly lost my shit. Wanted to gut him, serve him up with a nice Chianti. But nah, kept cool—*“Fear is the price of imagination.”* Happy part? When she slipped me her real name—Jenny. Felt human for a sec, not just meat on the menu. Surprised me how some got kids, workin’ to feed ‘em—fuckin’ gutsy.

Osaka brothel owner arrested for allegedly forcing 150 into prostitution

So, I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, right? But then I see this old lady, Mrs. Tanaka, who runs the little shop on Nakamura Street. She’s lookin’ all frazzled, like she just saw a ghost or somethin’. I stroll over, ask her what’s up. She tells me her cat, Momo, is missing. Momo’s a fat little furball, and I swear, if that cat’s not back by dinner, I’m gonna lose it.

Foreign workers in demand as ‘local vitalization cooperators’