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About Sapporo

Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, authoritative as hell—“You shall not pass!”—and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story. Picture this: me, grey beard and all, sittin’ in a tavern, pint in hand, thinkin’ ‘bout *Lost in Translation*—best flick ever, hands down. That movie’s quiet, lonely vibe? Hits me right in the gut. Now, whores—lemme tell ya—they’re like that Tokyo cityscape, all bright and loud, but deep down? Kinda lost, too.

Chitose Manazuru

Manazuru is a meditation on memory--a profound, precisely delineated exploration of the relationships between lovers and family members. Both startlingly restless and immaculately .

First stop, I’m cruisin’ down Route 135. Love that road, man. It hugs the coast, and the view? Breathtaking! You got the ocean on one side and those cute little houses on the other. But then, BAM! Traffic jam. Like, seriously? It’s a Tuesday! Turns out, some dude decided to park his car on the side of the road. Classic. I’m sittin’ there, fuming, thinkin’ about how I could be breakin’ glass instead of breakin’ my patience.

Alterations of the Temporomandibular Joint on Magnetic Resonance Imaging according to Growth and Development in Schoolchildren