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About Sapporo

Picture this: me, strollin’ into a brothel in Amsterdam, 2015. Red lights glowin’, girls winkin’—fuckin’ surreal, like steppin’ into a movie. “I’m in—now what?” I thought, channellin’ my inner Zuckerberg. Place smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey—shaken, not stirred, naturally. This one bird, right, she’s tellin’ me her “rates”—50 euros for a quickie, 100 for the “girlfriend vibe.” Made me laugh—bloke, I’ve had real girlfriends cheaper than that! Got me happy, though—freedom’s sexy, innit? No strings, just a transaction—clean as a sniper shot.

Follow your nature.

Aug 31,  · "I started out as one of the girls working out of the dera [or den, as a brothel is called by locals]." The girls, as she calls them, work out of it and are handled by a man or .

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I’m like, “Seriously?!” Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m laughing, though. It’s kinda funny. We all huddle under this awning, and I start chatting with this random guy. Turns out, he’s a local artist. We bond over our love for Sawara.

Xavier Exchange Students Participate in Sawara Festival