My Name is Tomi, Part 4
2025/09/10 | 2863 views
I work as an escort in Sapporo, and I can honestly say that no two nights are ever the same. One of the funniest experiences I’ve had during a business trip occurred on a snowy night, when I visited a hotel with a foreign client. As a veteran of the Japanese escort industry, I thought I’d seen it all. However, that night hilariously proved me wrong.
My client proudly demonstrated the Japanese he’d been practicing. With a beaming smile, he declared, “You’re so scary!”
I blinked and tried to stifle a chuckle. He meant to call me “cute,” but he’d called me “scary”! I teased him by describing myself as “scary,” gently correcting him. He covered his face in embarrassment, and we both burst out laughing. “At least now I know I’m scary-beautiful,” I joked.

No tips please.
The cultural humour didn’t end there. When time was up, he offered me a generous tip. Tipping isn’t customary in Japan, so I politely declined.
He became increasingly confused. Feeling like he’d upset me, he began apologizing profusely. I explained that while I appreciated his consideration, it wasn’t required—it was covered by the service fee. We ended the night laughing about the mix-up, and he told me to buy him a souvenir box of funny-tasting Kit Kats to take home.
By the end of the night, we were both beaming. This little service trip taught me that a little cultural misunderstanding, Sapporo snow, and a sense of humor can turn a simple reservation into an unforgettable adventure.
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