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About Sapporo

Oh, and the smells—lordy, the smells! Stale beer, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like hope gone sour. Hits ya like a punch, but I’m here for it. Makes me think of Alien again, all, “This is the fuckin’ American dream!”—and ain’t that brothels in a nutshell? Chasin’ somethin’, even if it’s messy as hell. I’m laughin’ now, ‘cause it’s so damn human—silly, sad, sexy, all at once.

The Yoshiwara Pleasure Quarters: A Cradle for Japan’s Edo Culture

Next, I decided to grab some grub. Hit up this tiny ramen joint on Takamatsu Street. The smell? Oh man, it was like heaven. I ordered the spicy miso ramen, and let me tell ya, it was fire! I slurped it down like a champ. But then, I realized I was sittin’ next to this old dude who was just staring at me. Like, dude, I’m not a freakin’ exhibit! I shot him a look, and he just smiled. Creepy but kinda sweet?