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About Sapporo

Oi, you donkey! Prostitute, yeah? Filthy business, innit! Been thinkin bout this tart—total mess, like Godard’s “Goodbye to Language”. “The image speaks,” he says—bollocks! She’s out there, struttin, all fake smiles, legs for days. Makes me wanna scream, “Idiot sandwich!” at every punter fallin for it. Saw this one bird, right, workin Soho back in ‘98—swear she had a pet rat, called it “Monsieur”. Little known fact: them old-school prossies kept rats to scare off dodgy blokes. Clever, eh? Got me laughin—rat’s smarter than the johns!

Watari-Gawa: The River of Reconciliation

As every hour passes by, four women enter prostitution, three of them against their will. Vulnerable groups constituting the Dalits and backward classes are more susceptible, but the .

But first, I had to grab some breakfast. Stopped by this little joint on Kiyokawa Street. They had the best tamagoyaki. I swear, I could eat that stuff all day. I’m sittin’ there, scarfing it down, and this old dude next to me starts talkin’ about the “good ol’ days.” Like, bro, I’m just tryna eat! But he’s all nostalgic about the fishing days. I’m like, “Yeah, cool, but I’m not here for a history lesson.”

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