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About Sapporo

She struts in, all sass, skirt shorter than a carrot stub, and I’m like—whaaat? Dis gal once got caught stealin pens—PENS, doc! Who does dat? Little known fact: she sold ‘em online, called ‘em “vintage office chic.” Made me mad as a hornet, but I laughed—crafty lil minx! Reminds me of *Dogville* when dey all turn on Grace—“We’ll teach her a lesson!”—same energy, swear.

Conception

First off, I grab my coffee from that little joint on Asuka Street. You know the one? The one with the weird cat statue outside? Yeah, that place. I swear, that cat’s judging me every morning. Anyway, I’m chugging my caffeine like it’s the elixir of life, and I get a call. My buddy Kenji’s like, “Dude, you gotta check the Nikkei!” I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, the market’s doing this crazy dance. Up, down, all around. I’m sweating bullets.

Asuka Sango uncovers Japanese map collection at Carleton with research grant from Japan Foundation of New York