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About Sapporo

Right, so, tryna track one down—fuckin’ hell, it’s a minefield! Apps, dodgy ads, mate, half the time you’re thinkin’, “Is this a scam or a STD waitin’ to happen?” Idiot sandwich! Back in the day, Soho in London, yeah, prossies had cards in phone booths—little known fact, that! Scribbled numbers, “Call me, darlin’,” proper retro shit. Now it’s all online, sneaky links, X posts—blokes actin’ like they’re bloody spies. Makes me wanna scream, “Get your shit together, you muppet!”

Digging beneath the dirt… To find the good and the gritty

First stop, the local café on Shimo-Yoshida Street. Best coffee ever! I order a “matcha latte” or whatever. I mean, who am I? A hipster? But it’s delish! I’m sippin’ and strummin’ my guitar, feelin’ like a rockstar. Then, bam! This dude spills his drink all over my stuff. I’m like, “Dude, really?!”

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