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About Sapporo

Then there’s the vibe, man. She’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall—like a vampire waitin’ for prey. Straight outta that movie, “I must be gone,” I mutter, half-jokin’. She didn’t get it—too young, prob’ly. Made me happy, tho—felt clever as hell. But the stench? Goddamn, that alley—rotten trash and broken dreams. Nearly puked, ruined the mood. Why’s it always gotta be so nasty? Angry rant in my head: *Clean your damn spot, lady!*

Shimane Red Light District

As I walk back to my place, I can’t help but smile. Hiratacho is wild, but it’s home. I love the energy, the chaos, the ramen. It’s a crazy life, but it’s mine. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.