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About Sapporo

Pisses me off tho, how folks judge her. Like, “Oh, she’s just a hooker,” - fuck off with that noise. She’s out there grindin’, makin’ cash, while they’re sippin’ my overpriced espresso actin’ holy. Hypocrites, man, gets my blood boilin’. But then, Clarice… she smiled at this drunk dude stumblin’ by, and it hit me - she’s got heart, ya know? Made me happy, seein’ that lil spark. Reminds me of that line, “If I can’t protect my lobby boy…” - well, if she ain’t protectin’ her own weird lil world, who is?

Getting there

Turns out, it’s a family heirloom. I mean, no pressure, right? I’m sweating bullets. I take a look, and it’s a mess. I’m talking rust, grime, the works. I’m like, “This is gonna take a while.” She’s pacing around, and I’m trying to focus. I’m in my zone, but she’s all over the place. Finally, I get it working, and she’s like, “Oh my god, thank you!” I’m like, “No prob, just another day in Kakunodatemachi.”

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