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About Sapporo

So I’m stumblin’, lookin’ fer a lass, right? Streets all twisty, dark—like that bit in the movie, “the favela’s a maze, man!” I see this gal, winkin’, smokin’—proper fit, yeah? I go, *mimes walking, trips, waves awkwardly* “Hullooo!” She laughs—bloody hell, I’m red as a lobster! Made me happy, that—silly ol’ me, charmin’ ‘em accidental-like. But then—BAM!—some bloke, her pimp prob’ly, storms up, all “Who’s this prat?!” *mimes dodging a punch, flails* Nearly shat meself!

Characteristics

hc where nishiki used to always do this, that is, sneak up behind her like this, press his whole body to her back, and whisper something.

So, I’m munchin’ on my snacks, and I bump into this old lady. She’s like, “You’re a lumberjack, huh? You must be strong!” I’m like, “Yeah, I lift trees, no biggie.” But inside, I’m feelin’ all proud.

Survivor of the Great Tokyo Air Raid of 1945 still traumatized