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About Sapporo

So, I’m walkin’, and this chick’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’. She’s all “Hey, sugar, need a date?” I’m like, whoa, calm down, darlin’—let’s paint this scene first! Reminds me of “Yi Yi”—“Life’s a mystery, isn’t it?”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, what’s her story? Bet she’s got one helluva tale. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies? True shit—swear I read that somewhere. Imagine her, codename “Red Lips,” droppin’ secrets between jobs. Wild!

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Finally, I get my drink, and it’s perfect. I take a sip, and it’s like a warm hug. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like I’ve been attacked by a green monster. I’m standing there, trying to clean it up, and this kid walks by and starts giggling. I’m like, “Yeah, laugh it up, kid. You’ll spill your drink one day too!”

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