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About Sapporo

So I ditch him, gal’s still there, smirkin’. “You’re wild,” she says, and I’m all, “That’s what she said!” We’re vibin’ now, and I’m droppin’ *Leviathan* wisdom—“Man’s a beast!”—cuz, dude, I feel it. Little known tidbit: some prostitutes in history were spies! Bet she’s got secrets, huh? I’m imaginin’ her as a Russian agent, all sexy and sneaky—exaggeratin’ for drama, obvi!

Early life

Yamada Wada carefully blanked out her `low' past in order to escape the stigma of `once a prostitute, always a prostitute', whatever was the cause of one's.

First off, I get a call from this frantic lady. Her cat, Mr. Whiskers, ate a whole pack of chocolate. Like, who lets their cat near chocolate?! I mean, c’mon! Anyway, I rush over to her place on Shōwa-dōri. Traffic was a nightmare. I swear, I saw a guy on a bike almost get hit by a car. Yamada drivers, man. They’re wild.

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