Rogponggi has the name of party town, meat market. In fact, it is the only area in Tokyo, when you are in it, you don't feel like you are in Japan. You would probably feel that you are in the sleezy dodgy corner of New York, San Francisco or London, but with a lot of hot Japanese chicks. English is heard everywhere, the Nigerians are working very hard for their club to drag men into their pubs, they alleged it is filled with beautiful ladies (hey, I am not being a racist, it is just quite a few time these African men talk to me when I was half drunk trying to find my way home, we chatted a bit, 9 out of 10 they are from Nigeria).
Beautiful ladies are another story, it seems like it is a meat market for men, on the surface. It is also a meat market for woman to hunt for one night stand. But men are too sturbbon to believe they are actually being hunted by those looking innocent and cute Japanese ladies. Let's let them continue believing that.
One of my consultant friends said that anything can happen in Roponggi, I do believe him. That's the charm for them. However, I never like this area. Clubing and dancing is not really listed in my dictionary of fun definition (jogging and working out maybe, ha). The drink they serve is not premium type of alcohol, most people are just there to get a quick buzz. The music is so loud that you have to text message your friend sitting next to you so that two of you can communicate (no wonder everyone is reading his/her mobile phone). This is actually very stressful, where is the fun? I want to sit in a cozy nice bar with good Jazz music and premium single malt. That's not in Roponggi.
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