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About Sapporo

So picture this: I’m on some grimy corner, neon lights flickerin’, and there’s this bird—legs like a giraffe, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt. I’m like, “Blimey, you’re a walkin’ health hazard!” She’d probably clock me one, but I’d deserve it. Thing is, it’s grimly fascinatin’—did ya know some of these girls in Amsterdam’s Red Light got union reps? Yeah, proper workers’ rights for shaggin’! Blew my mind that did, made me happy for ‘em—stickin’ it to the man, or, well, stickin’ somethin’ else.

Kabukicho Tokyo Red Light District – The Kyabakura (Host Clubs)

I finally get up there, and I’m like, “Alright, let’s do this!” I start singing some cheesy J-Pop, and the crowd goes wild. I’m feeling it! Matsuto’s got this energy that’s contagious.

See you on May 9: Geopolitical parade of Aleksandar Vučić