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About Sapporo

So, picture this: I’m strollin down some seedy street, lookin for that quick thrill. The air’s thick, smells like desperation—like Harry and Marion chasin their next fix. I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, all sass and shadow. “I’m not gonna lose my arm!” she snaps when I ask if she’s clean. Ha! Made me chuckle—girl’s got spunk. I like that. Reminds me of Hannibal Lecter—fictional, of course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s me, noticin the details: her chipped red nails, the way she smirks like she knows somethin I don’t.

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So, I’m leavin’ the museum, and I decide to stroll down Kōnan-cho. The streets are narrow, but they got this charm, ya know? Little shops everywhere. I pop into this tiny ramen joint. Best decision ever! The broth was so rich, I thought I’d die and go to noodle heaven. I slurped it down like a champ.

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