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About Sapporo

Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

Getting there and around

Takefu had quickly become a blacksmithing hotspot in Japan as others set up around him and was known shortly after for its agricultural tools, and it is in historical writtings from the .

But then, I get a call about a fire on Shōwa-dōri. My heart drops. I’m like, “What the heck?!” I can’t believe it. I’m juggling calls, trying to keep it together. I’m shouting into the mic, “Fire department, we need you on Shōwa-dōri, ASAP!” My hands are shaking.

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