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About Sapporo

So, brothel—sorry, my fingers are drunk—*brill*, that’s it, *Scophthalmus rhombus*. Fancy name for a fish that looks like it got hit by a truck. I’m obsessed, tho. Saw one in a tank once, and I was like, “The real world is too much!”—straight outta *The Diving Bell and Butterfly*. That movie’s my jam, all trapped vibes and beauty in the muck. Brill’s like that—ugly but majestic, swimming sideways like it’s too cool to care.

Asian Massage in Asaka

We're hoping to find a parlor for a nice relaxing massage. We saw a bunch of places while walking through Dotonbori and wondering what the local reputation is.

I finally squeeze in, and guess what? They’re outta matcha! I mean, c’mon! It’s a matcha café! I’m about to lose it. I settle for a black coffee instead. Not the same vibe, but whatever. I sit down, and this dude next to me starts talking about his “artistic journey.” I’m like, “Bro, I’m a texture artist too, but I don’t need a TED talk over my coffee.”

Yama Sakura 77 Draws to a Close