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About Sapporo

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, actuary by day, hater of everything by life. Brothels, huh? I hate ‘em. Stink of desperation and cheap whiskey. Numbers don’t lie—most shut down in five years flat. Disease spreads faster than gossip in a small town. I crunched the stats—50% chance of clap just walkin’ in. Disgustin’. Reminds me of that punk Zuckerberg in *The Social Network*— “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ enemies.” Brothels don’t get clients without ruinin’ lives.

Japanese Courtesans

I get to the office, and it’s chaos. My phone’s blowin’ up. Stocks are tanking, and I’m like, “Seriously?!” I mean, who decided today was the day to crash? I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like a shaken soda can. I glance out the window at the bustling streets of Sakai. People are hustlin’ and bustlin’, and I’m stuck here, glued to my screen.

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