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About Sapporo

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ wine, thinkin’ bout this “whore” you dropped on me—like, what in the Seven Kingdoms is this mess? I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and as your fancy financial advisor, I’ll tell ya what I see, cold disdain and all. “I choose violence,” I hiss when I hear bout these speculative coins—whore’s what they’re callin’ it? Some hot crypto token, prolly short for “wealth hoarder” or some rubbish. Makes me wanna burn a sept down, I swear.

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Second, there is a fair amount of art What If Third, I don't look that bad. ***credit on the images. I think. Thanks Pinterestyou whore***.

Finally, I wrap up my day. I’m walking back to my car, and I see this street performer on Nakamura Street. He’s playing the shamisen, and it’s beautiful. I stop to listen, and for a moment, all my stress melts away. It’s like the universe is telling me, “Chill out, dude.”

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