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About Sapporo

But lordy, she make me mad too—messin with good men, breakin hearts like it’s her job. “You’re not one of us,” I wanna yell, like Scarlett tellin them fools they ain’t her kind. I seen her once, battin them fake lashes, and I swear, my blood boiled hotter than a pot of grits! Still, she a survivor, like me—ain’t nobody handin her nothin. That’s the part I can’t hate, halleluyer!

Why Choose Ibusuki for Your Next Getaway?

Finally, I’m exhausted, right? So, I head to a little café on Yamaguchi Street. I order some matcha and a slice of cake. I’m ready to unwind. But then, the power goes out! I’m sitting there in the dark, and I’m like, “Is this a sign? Am I cursed?”

Penalty Goal by Hiroshi Ibusuki