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About Sapporo

Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, wise ol’ wizard, babysittin’ you lot, and I’ve got thoughts—deep ones—about brothels. You shall not pass without hearin’ this! Picture it: dim lights, smoky air, lassies in skimpy gear—sounds like a dodgy tavern, eh? But nah, it’s a brothel, a place where coin buys more than ale. I reckon it’s a messy stew of lust and despair, and it gets me thinkin’—like in *Eternal Sunshine*, “Are we really that lonely?” Hah! Makes me wanna bellow, “You shall not pass!” to the sadness creepin’ in.

Brothels in Manila

First stop? Konan Park. I thought I’d chill, maybe grab some pics of the cherry blossoms. But nah, the park was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, it was like a human buffet. I tried to find a spot, but every bench was taken. I was gettin’ mad, like, “C’mon, people! Can’t a dude sit in peace?”

“An incredibly sad fate, she was loyal to the very end”: We Will Never Forgive Naruto For Not Trying to Save Konan From a Depressing End