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About Sapporo

Now, I reckon brothels are a right mixed bag. Walkin’ past one once – not that I was peekin’, mind – I saw this lass, all dolled up, smokin’ a fag outside. Looked knackered, poor thing. Made me proper cross, y’know? Who’s lookin’ out for ‘em? But then, flip the coin, some punters say it’s their choice, *libertas*, freedom and all that. Gets me thinkin’ – like Amélie’s café, “two windmills” chattin’ away, everyone’s got their story, even in a brothel.

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After that, I hit up this little café on Shōwa-dōri. The barista is super chill, and I order a matcha latte. She hands it to me, and I’m like, “Wow, this looks like art!” I take a sip, and it’s like heaven in a cup. But then, I see a fly land in it. Ugh! I’m like, “No way!” I tell her, and she just laughs. “It’s extra protein!” she says. I’m not sure if she’s joking or not.

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