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About Sapporo

So, here’s me, searchin’ for a prossie—bit of a lark, bit of a muck-up. Why? Dunno, felt like it—life’s a shambles sometimes, eh? Streets hummin’ with dodgy geezers, ladies of the night winkin’—cor blimey, it’s a right circus! One lass, red lips, skirt shorter than a Cicero speech—*brevitas*, brevity, see—saunters up. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m flustered, ramblin’— “Err, umm, rather, eugepae, splendid!”—total twit, me.

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Back to the chaos. I finally manage to get them to sit down and talk it out. After what feels like forever, we reach a compromise. I’m feeling like a hero, but then Mr. Yamada starts crying. Like, full-on tears. I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s just mining!” But I guess it’s more than that for him.

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