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About Sapporo

Real talk, tho—she’s got stories. Heard she once rolled with some dude, big baller, ‘til he got caught slippin’. She dipped, took his stash, left him cryin’ like, “I’m the king!” Nah, bruh, she the queen of petty. Little known fact: they say she got a tat of a broken heart under her eye—swears it’s from a fight she won with a bottle. Savage, right? Straight outta *City of God*— “Knockout Ned ain’t got shit on her.”

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slut or if it would make her cry. Actually I think both works. Then after slapping her around and calling her a pathetic whore toki would.

So, I wake up in my tiny hotel room in Shinjuku. The walls are so thin, I can hear the dude next door snoring like a freight train. I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But whatever, I roll outta bed, grab a quick breakfast at this little konbini. You know, onigiri and some weird flavored tea. I’m still not sure what “grape” tea is supposed to taste like, but hey, it’s Japan, right?

Owners of Portland's Han Oak close their downtown restaurant Toki