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About Sapporo

But beware, she’s a tease, this W.H.O.R.E. – dips an’ dives like a kraken playin’ hide-an’-seek. “I’m defending my honor,” that movie wife’d cry, an’ I’m defendin’ me wallet with this beast! Last week, she plumetted 50%, an’ I near chucked me compass at the wall – useless piece o’ junk, anyhow. Still, I reckon she’s got secrets yet, hidin’ like treasure in a cave no one’s gutsy enough to plunder.

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Hayama sees the prostitute of the story as a pathetic woman exploited by the system, and not by her slug-like pimp, itself a term the author would doubtless.

After our little history lesson, I decided to grab some lunch. Hit up this tiny ramen shop on Hayama’s back streets. The place was packed, but I squeezed in. I ordered the tonkotsu ramen, and let me tell ya, it was life-changing. The broth was so rich, I could’ve bathed in it. But then, I spilled some on my shirt. Great, now I look like a walking food disaster.

Glimpses of postwar Hayama through a father's eyes