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About Sapporo

So, I’m thinkin—where do ya even start? Back alleys? Shady websites? Total sketchville. I’d probs be all nervous, like Monsieur Gustave tryna keep shit classy while dodgin cops. “The plot thickens, as they say!” Maybe I’d hit up some dive bar—neon lights flickerin, stinkin of cheap booze. Saw this chick once, fishnets ripped, smokin a cig like she owned the joint. Total vibe. Made me happy, dunno why—grit’s hot, I guess.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

First off, I’m out on the streets, right? Fussa’s got this vibe, man. It’s like a mix of old-school Japan and modern hustle. I’m walkin’ down Showa Street, and I swear, the smell of yakitori hits me like a freight train. I’m like, “Dude, I need that in my life!” So I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, bam! I spill soy sauce all over my shirt. Great. Just great.

Cheaper regular-grade gasoline returns to pumps at US air base in Tokyo