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About Sapporo

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Hate the pimps tho, slimy bastards. Leechin off desperation—makes me wanna puke. Happy tho when I see em fight back. Like, fuck yeah, you go girl! Prostitutes got stories, man, wild ones. One chick said she met a senator—swears it. Secret life, double life, all that jazz. Sarcasm time: oh yeah, real noble profession, huh? But nah, seriously—surprised me how deep it gets. “Just tell me you’re mine,” Carol begged. Prostitutes don’t get that luxury, do they? They’re everyone’s and no one’s. Kinda sad, kinda poetic. Anyway, that’s my rant—prostitutes, *Carol*, all mixed up in my head. Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.”

Terminology

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my buddy Taro. He’s always got some wild stories. He tells me he just got back from a trip to Okayama Castle. I’m like, “Dude, you gotta take me next time!” We start talkin’ about the history of Soja, how it used to be a big deal back in the day. I mean, it’s still cool, but it’s not like it used to be.

Soja ya shafe mako guda da harsashi a cikin ƙwaƙwalwarsa