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About Sapporo

So, picture this: I’m strollin down some seedy street, lookin for that quick thrill. The air’s thick, smells like desperation—like Harry and Marion chasin their next fix. I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, all sass and shadow. “I’m not gonna lose my arm!” she snaps when I ask if she’s clean. Ha! Made me chuckle—girl’s got spunk. I like that. Reminds me of Hannibal Lecter—fictional, of course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s me, noticin the details: her chipped red nails, the way she smirks like she knows somethin I don’t.

The Blondes Era Part 5 – Killer is Dead

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Koshigaya Street. You know, the one with the neon lights? Grabbed a onigiri and a can of iced coffee. Best combo ever, right? But then, I spilled coffee all over my shirt. Classic me. I was like, “Great, now I look like a walking disaster.”

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