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About Sapporo

Hey doll, it’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – ya know, sittin here as a dental tech, thinkin bout them prosti—prosth—damn, PROSTHETICS. Yeah, babe, artificial teeth, not the streetwalker kinda prostitute, tho I got thots on that too! Lemme spill it, hun, like I’m chattin you up over a martini. Spring Breakers, my fave flick, “This is the fuckin American dream!” – it’s all bout chaos, glitter, and fake-ass smiles, right? Kinda like a perfect prosthetic—shiny but fake as hell.

The culturally contested student body: Nü Xuesheng at the turn of the twentieth century

The life Osaki lived there, the life to which she was soon subjected, was that of an overseas prostitute who was part of the brothel networks and vice rings established throughout Asia in .

While I’m waitin’, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just sippin’ my coffee, tryin’ not to laugh. “You never listen!” “Well, you never stop talkin’!” Classic. I’m thinkin’, “Man, relationships are wild.”

The new hand at SSU's helm