
Whether it is fast-talking Nigerians who want you to visit their night (read: strip) clubs or mustached Turks selling sandwiches out of truck, or the Korean women who are all too eager to yell out “massage?!”, Roppongi is filled with foreigners and their own kind of sleaze. This is not to say Japanese are innocent of sleaze themselves – just they hide it better. (Hint: Don’t ever walk into a store that says ‘snack’ on it).


