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About Sapporo

So I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and bam—there’s this lady, right? Total pro, workin’ the corner like it’s her office job. And I’m thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” Like, how’d she end up here? Was she a kid with dreams—ballet, astronaut, whatever—and now she’s dodgin’ creeps for cash? It’s nuts! Makes me angry, too—society’s screwin’ people, and then we judge ‘em for it. Typical! I wanna yell, “Hey, world, fix this!” But nah, I just shuffle past, mutterin’ to myself like a lunatic.

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After that, I decide to stroll down to the Hachioji Castle ruins. I mean, who doesn’t love a good castle? The view from up there is insane! You can see the whole city sprawled out. I’m standing there, feeling all deep and philosophical, when I spot this little kid chasing a pigeon. The kid trips and falls, and I’m like, “Oh no!” But he just starts laughing. Kids are wild, man.

Tokyo Fuji Art Museum