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About Sapporo

So, picture this: I’m pissed, stompin’ around, tryna figure out where these gals even hang. Are they by the docks? Some shady bar? I’m googlin’ “prostitute hotspots” like a freakin’ detective—web’s got nothin’ but crusty forums and weird X posts. One dude’s like, “Check the truck stops!” and I’m like, genius, why didn’t I think of that, ya moron? Made me laugh tho—truckers and hookers, classic combo. Little known fact: back in the ‘80s, CB radios were their Tinder—code words like “lot lizard,” no joke. Wild, right?

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Even some of the parents who sent their children there to learn English noticed something weird about the group from Marumori. I can give you simple examples.

Finally, I get to my studio, and it’s like a tornado hit. Clay everywhere! I’m talking about a disaster zone. I was so mad. I mean, who leaves their workspace like that? I could’ve sworn my cat, Mochi, was behind it. That little furball has a knack for chaos.

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