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About Sapporo

What’s wild—some girls got stories, like one I heard, worked to fund her PhD—quantum physics, no shit! Blew my mind, happy vibes there. Respect. But then you get the sleazy pimps—makes me wanna hurl a black hole at ‘em. Hate that crap. You ever tried hagglin? Awkward as fuck—me, all robotic, “Ten quid off, love?” She’d laugh, probs.

Entertaining a Small Thought

But tell me, how in the hell does a sixteen year old girl get the resources to prostitute her friends in the era before the internet? And then how is Helen.

Then I decide to stroll down Kōen-dōri. It’s this cute street lined with cherry blossoms. I mean, it’s like a postcard, right? But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me, nearly takes me out. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s not a race!” But he just laughs and speeds off. Kids these days, man.

Oma Werner Obituary (1937 - 2025) - Grand Rapids, MI