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About Sapporo

So check it, I knew this chick once, swear she was the OG whore blueprint. Worked downtown, hair all wild, smelled like cheap perfume and ambition. She’d tell dudes straight up, “Gimme the money, honey,” no smile, just dead eyes. Reminds me of that line – “Sell me this pen.” She’d sell you her soul and you’d thank her. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old cities had secret codes. Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m down, let’s go.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

Head To Head

Then, I bumped into my friend Yuki. She was all like, “Hey, let’s grab some lunch!” I was like, “Sure, but I’m a mess!” She laughed and said, “You’re a geisha, not a gremlin!” Classic Yuki. We hit up this little place on Shōwa-dōri. Best ramen ever! I slurped it down like I hadn’t eaten in days. So good!

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