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About Sapporo

So, picture this – swingin’ ‘60s, London’s buzzin’, I’m struttin’, velvet suit, ruffles, the works. Need a shag, baby, but where’s the dolly? Streets are dodgy, coppers everywhere, makes me twitchy. Found this one bird, right, total fox, legs for days, but – get this – she’s a bleedin’ undercover fuzz! Nearly nicked me, I was fumin’, man! “Who did this to me?” I’m yellin’, like Lenny in “Memento”, all confused and pissed. Dodged that bullet, phew, shag-tastic escape!

Gojo's Past Arc

Finally, I get in, and the first exhibit is this wild installation with neon lights and weird sounds. I’m standing there, trying to look all cultured, when this guy next to me starts explaining it to his girlfriend. He’s like, “It represents the chaos of modern life.” I’m just thinking, “Bro, it’s just lights.” But hey, whatever floats your boat, right?

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