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About Sapporo

Alright, listen up, kid—slow, ominous tone, “I am your father.” Brothel’s a wild beast, man, a freakin’ shadowy empire. Sittin’ there analyzin’ it as a Business Analyst, I see cash flowin’ like blood in *Leviathan*. “The truth is out there,” like the movie says, but it’s buried under dirty sheets and greed. These joints? They’re old as sin—did ya know ancient Rome had ‘em legal, taxed, all official-like? Blows my mind, brothels outlasted empires, still thrivin’ in 2025!

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Kerakera onna appear as enormous, middle-aged women in colorful brothel kimonos, with thick make-up and slathered-on lipstick. They skulk around in alleyways and on empty roads, .

Finally, I get to the beach, and it’s packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I set up my booth, and it’s lookin’ good. I got my flyers, my banners, and my energy drink stash. I’m ready to rock! But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches a flyer right outta my hand. I’m like, “Seriously? A seagull?!” I chase it for a sec, but it’s gone. Just my luck, right?

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