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About Sapporo

Here’s a tidbit ya prolly don’t know—back in Victorian times, prossies had secret codes, like hairpins in weird spots to signal clients. Vixen’d rock that, I bet—sly lil’ minx. Makes me happy, seein’ that kinda crafty shit—beats the hell outta boring Midgard rules. But what pisses me off? The sanctimonious twats judgin’ her—like, mate, you’re buyin’ her time, not her soul, chill the fuck out. Hypocrisy’s thicker than Thor’s skull.

I am Hakone

Finally, I get to my first job on Koshigoe Street. This lady, Mrs. Tanaka, bless her heart, wants a new window in her tea shop. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a time machine. The smell of matcha hits me, and I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, she shows me the window. It’s a mess! Cracked, foggy, and I’m pretty sure it’s been there since the Edo period. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you need a miracle, not just a glazier.”

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