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About Sapporo

So, I roll in, velvet suit, ruffles poppin’, and it’s wild—chicks everywhere, all dolled up, smellin’ like sin and cheap perfume. Far out, right? Makes me wanna shout, “Oh, behave!” ’Cause it’s a trip—half these cats don’t even know brothels been around since forever. Like, back in Pompeii, they had lupanars—stone beds, naughty wall art, real freaky-deaky stuff! Blew my mind, baby!

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I dash outta the ramen shop, and I’m soaked in seconds. I’m runnin’ down the street, trying to find cover, and I end up in this little shop on Kōen-dōri. It’s a cute little place selling all kinds of trinkets. I’m browsing, and I find this awesome figurine of a samurai. I’m like, “I need this for my desk!”

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