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About Sapporo

We’re walkin’, she’s talkin’—life’s tough, rent’s high, blah blah. I’m half listenin’, half thinkin’, “Lightbulb! Gru, you’re livin’ the movie!” Like Jep, floatin’ through decadence, beauty, dirt—all mixed up. She’s no saint, I’m no hero—perfect! I ask, “You ever wanna quit?” She laughs, “And do vhat, be nun?” Sarcasm drippin’—love it! I’m crackin’ up, “Hah, Sister Mary Prossie!”

History of Mumbai red light area

So, I’m feelin’ pretty good, right? I head to the ramen spot on Rausu-cho, and it’s packed! I’m waitin’ forever, but it’s worth it. The broth is like a warm hug, and the noodles are perfect. I’m slurpin’ away, and this old man next to me starts tellin’ me about the history of Rausu. Apparently, it’s known for its fishing and beautiful nature. I’m like, “Dude, I know! I live in the woods!”

With no salmon, brown bears starve, cubs die in Shiretoko