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About Sapporo

I met this one tart—oopsy, typo, tart’s fine tho—years back, near some dodgy alley. She had this scar, right across her cheek, said some punter glassed her. Made me mad, y’know? Like, who does that? I’d have gutted him, Hannibal-style—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Tasty thought, eh? But she laughed it off, said, “Part of the gig, love.” Tough as nails, that bird. Reminded me of *A Prophet*, that line, “You’ll see what I see.” She saw the world’s filth and kept goin’.

My Brushes With the Yakuza – Reflections of Life in Akasaka, Tokyo

So, I’m crunching numbers, and suddenly, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Is this a drill or what?” Turns out, it’s just some dude burning his lunch in the break room. Classic Mitsuke moment, right? Everyone’s laughing, and I’m just trying to keep my sanity.

Two Adult Siblings With Myotonic Dystrophy Type 1 With Different Phenotypes Presenting With Chronic Respiratory Insufficiency and Sleep Apnea Syndrome