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About Sapporo

Then there’s the vibe, man. She’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall—like a vampire waitin’ for prey. Straight outta that movie, “I must be gone,” I mutter, half-jokin’. She didn’t get it—too young, prob’ly. Made me happy, tho—felt clever as hell. But the stench? Goddamn, that alley—rotten trash and broken dreams. Nearly puked, ruined the mood. Why’s it always gotta be so nasty? Angry rant in my head: *Clean your damn spot, lady!*

But What Does It Mean for the Prostitutes?

It's a chance encounter. A prostitute in Valentine will invite you upstairs to help her dispose of a body. You have to throw it in a pig pen.

After that, I’m feeling all inspired. I head over to the Toride Fish Market on Matsubara Street. Man, the smell hits you like a brick wall. But it’s awesome! Fresh fish everywhere! I grab some sushi from a stall. Best decision ever. I’m munching on this tuna, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth.

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