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About Sapporo

Oh, and the cost—don’t get me started! Hundreds, sometimes thousands—thousands! I’d be happy spendin’ ten bucks on a sandwich, but this? Robbery! Pretty, pretty bad deal, if ya ask me. And the risks—cops, creeps, STDs—yikes! I’d be poppin’ Xanax like candy, sweatin’ bullets. But then—little secret—some old brothel in Nevada, they say Bonnie and Clyde hid there once. Cool, right? History and hookers, two-for-one special!

Kawanoecho Independent Meetups

When I get there, it’s chaos. Workers everywhere, machines blaring. I’m tryin’ to park my tractor, and this guy waves me off. “Not there, man!” I’m like, “Where do you want me to park, on the moon?” Finally, I squeeze in, and it’s like a scene from a movie. Everyone’s runnin’ around, and I’m just sittin’ there, tryin’ to keep my cool.