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About Sapporo

Me, I’d be all, “Yo, grow some balls, quit judgin’ her!” ‘Cause, real talk, she’s grindin’ harder than most. Makes me laugh, too – imagine her tellin’ a john, “Pay up, or I’ll plant weeds in your yard!” Ha! Total badass. But, damn, the loneliness – that hits me. “I don’t know what’s happening,” she might mutter, like Verónica, all confused. Breaks my heart a lil.

Wednesdays

The night is young, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down to the bar on Kōen-dōri again. It’s a small place, but the vibe is lit. I walk in, and my buddy’s already there, downing a beer. We start chatting, and I’m telling him about my day. He’s cracking up at the mochi guy.

A Journey Through The Eclipse Series: Yasujiro Ozu’s Early Spring