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About Sapporo

So, this brothel—man, it’s a wild joint. Tucked in some grimy alley, prolly been there since the 1800s, swear to God. Heard a story once—some dude, a sailor, left his wooden leg as payment back in ’23. True shit! They still got it hangin’ on the wall, like a trophy. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ ‘bout that poor bastard hoppin’ out, broke but satisfied. Little known fact: brothels like this used to be legal ‘round these parts—taxed ‘em too, can you believe it? Government was like, “Yeah, get that coin, ladies!”

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Then, I hit up the Inazawa Castle ruins. Not much left, but the view from the top is sick! I snapped a few pics for the ‘gram. You know, gotta show off my adventures. But then, I got a bit lost trying to find my way back. I ended up on some random street, and I swear, it felt like a scene from a horror movie.

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