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About Sapporo

I’d be madder’n a wet hen if some creep tried rippin’ her off. Ain’t right, y’know? These gals got hearts too, even if life’s kicked ‘em square in the teeth. I’d sashay up, all “Honey, you need a hand?”—‘cause I can’t help but meddle. Surprised me how many just wanna talk, spill their guts like I’m their mama. One time, this gal—Lord, she was skinnier’n a rail—tells me she’s savin’ for a bus ticket outta town. “I’m not staying here forever,” she says, echoin’ that movie line, and I near ‘bout cried right there.

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They also create a lucrative secondary informal syndicate market supplying other illicit commodities, including food, liquor and prostitution.

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss again. “Where are you?” he texts. I’m like, “Dude, I’m on my way!” But I’m not rushing. I mean, I just had the best ramen of my life!

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