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About Sapporo

Once, in Flea Bottom, I met this lass—Ros, they called her. Cheeky, red-haired, knew her trade like I know Dornish red. Little fact: them girls got codes—two taps on the table means “pay up quick.” She winks, I grin, thinkin’, “Seven hells, I’m in!” Cost me a stag, but worth it—soft as silk, sharp as Valyrian steel. Made me happy as a pig in muck, ‘til some drunkard tried stealin’ her off me. Pissed me right off—punched him square, dwarf fists flyin’! “You’re a mistake,” Sissy’d say—nah, love, I’m the bloody maestro.

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After that, I decided to stroll down to the Muko City Hall. It’s this big, modern building, all glass and steel. I had to drop off some paperwork. Boring stuff, but whatever. As I’m walking, I see this street performer on Hoshizaki Street. Dude’s playing the shamisen, and it’s like magic. I stopped, totally mesmerized. I mean, who knew Muko had such talent? I tossed him some yen, and he gave me a nod. Felt good, ya know?

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