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About Sapporo

Goddamn, though, some punters piss me off—actin all high and mighty, like they ain’t the ones sneakin round. “Oh, I’d never!” they say, then boom, caught with their pants down, literal or not. *Caché* nails it—“What’s there to see?”—nothin pure, that’s for sure. Whores see thru that crap, tho—they know the game, they play it better. Makes me happy, weirdly, their grit, their “screw you” attitude. Respect, ya know?

Getting There

But then, boom! My first client, this dude named Kenji, is late. Like, seriously? I’m sitting there, tapping my foot, scrolling through Insta, and he strolls in like he owns the place. I’m like, “Bro, you know we had a time, right?” He just laughs it off. Ugh, I could’ve thrown my coffee at him.

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