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About Sapporo

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, Hannibal Lecter style – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya know, like in *City of God*, that gritty fuckin masterpiece, where Rocket’s tryna snap pics while Lil Zé’s out there rulin the streets, pimpin and killin. Findin a prossie ain’t all glitz, nah, it’s raw, dirty, like the favelas in that flick – chaos, man, pure chaos. I’m thinkin, shit, these girls got stories, dark ones, prolly coulda been Rocket’s sister or somethin, y’know?

Augusta Wind

Finally, I get home, and I’m exhausted. I flop onto my couch, and my cat, Mochi, jumps on me. She’s purring, and I’m like, “You’re the best, Mochi.” I think about my day—how it was a rollercoaster of emotions.

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