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About Sapporo

So, I met this chick once—Roxy, she called herself. Worked the corner near my buildin’. Red heels, fishnets, the whole deal. I’d see her, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost—like some noir film, ya know? I’d nod, she’d wink. One night, she hops in my elevator—bam! Smells like cheap perfume and trouble. “Goin’ up?” I ask. She laughs, says, “Ain’t I always?” Got me good, that one—sharp as a tack.

Navy base in Japan places nightclub off-limits following reports of ‘illicit activity’

She had been called from the empress and the prostitute companion by clothes of the aristocrat style of the whole body white. Now, her life has become a historical memory of the local .

Then, I decided to check out the local shops on Yokosuka’s shopping street. I found this quirky little store selling all kinds of random stuff. I mean, who needs a cat-shaped rice cooker? But I bought it anyway. It was too cute to resist!

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