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About Sapporo

So, I’m in dis grimy alley, yeah? Smells like old cabbage an’ regret. Dis chick pops up—red heels, fishnets, real classy, ya? I’m like, “Lightbulb! Dere she is!” She’s givin’ me da eye, an’ I’m all, “Vhat’s yer price, eh?” She says somethin’ wild—50 bucks fer 20 minutes! I’m HAPPY, like, “Dat’s a steal, ya!” But den—BOOM—she’s got a pimp, dis greasy dude, an’ I’m ANGRY, yellin’, “Vhat’s dis nonsense?!” He’s all, “Pay up, Ruskie!” an’ I’m thinkin’, “Dis ain’t in da script!”

History of Nagoya’s Red Light District

After lunch, I’m back at the grind. I’m knee-deep in numbers when my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit up Nagoya Castle after work!” I’m like, “Dude, I’ve got a million things to do!” But then I think, “Why not?” I need a break from this madness.

A farewell to a Nagoya sumo arena known for heat — inside and outside the ring