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About Sapporo

Last time, I roll up, she’s standin there—leather skirt, smokin a cig. “Witness me!” she yells, like she’s auditionin for Immortan Joe. Made me laugh my ass off—hot AND funny? Jackpot! Paid her double cos I’m a greedy bastard, wanted her all night. She told me this story—some john tried stiffin her, ended up with a wrench in his skull. Tough broad. Had me grinnin ear to ear.

We Enjoy The Rally: Inside Autosport Iwase

So, I finally make it to the market on Kameyama Street. Man, the smells hit me like a freight train! Fresh fish, grilled yakitori, and oh, the sweet scent of mochi. I’m droolin’ just thinkin’ about it. I grab some yakitori, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talkin’ next-level good. I could eat that stuff all day, no joke.

Zen and the Art of Nothingness