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About Sapporo

Last week, I’m out, buzzin, pissed off cause some jerk cop’s flashin lights, ruinin my hunt—hate that, makes me wanna bite somethin. Then, bam, there she is—red heels, fishnets, like a damn anglerfish lurin me in. “How much?” I ask, all smooth, voice like silk over a blade. She smirks, “More than you got, fancy pants.” Cheeky! Love that, got me laughin—happy as a shark in blood. “I’m not a child,” she snaps, straight outta “Ten,” that sass, that fire—surprised me, gotta say, didn’t expect a street gal to hit me with philosophy.

But this time, the Hebrew word is different. And it’s scarlet now too.

Rahab was a Canaanite and a prostitute. She was not valued by her people, and she had no view of a better life, one with hope. In Jericho, her hometown, Rahab.

Man, today was a wild ride in Kan-onjicho! Like, seriously, I can’t even. I woke up late, as usual. My alarm? Yeah, it totally betrayed me. I jumped outta bed, threw on whatever I could find. You know, the usual “I’m not ready for the world” look.