Anna Handa Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout brothel – growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I seen it, yeah, the underbelly, the grime. Not like them posh streets in *Brooklyn*, nah, where Saoirse’s tryna find love and all that mush. Brothel’s raw, innit – stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, and broken dreams. Been around forever, like, did ya know ancient Rome had lupanars? Wolf dens, they called em, how badass is that? Makes me chuckle, imagining togas and all tryna sneak in.

Oh brothel, where art thou?

3 of the rooms near me, , were being used by Asian prostitutes. Men were constantly going in and out of the rooms and making noise. It was disgusting.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a barber in Handa is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into the shop on Kamezaki Street, right? The sun’s blazin’, and I’m already feelin’ the heat. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

NJBIA adds to its board appointing Bernie Corrigan and Kiran Handa Gaudioso