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About Sapporo

Gets me ragin’, tho, how folk sneer at ‘em—prostitutes, I mean. Hypocrites, the lot! We’ll fight the snobs on the benches, we’ll fight the prudes in their pews! Ain’t they human? Bleedin’ hell, they’re out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ coppers, while toffs sip gin in Mayfair. Surprised me once, this one bird—dunno her name—slipped me a poem she wrote, all scribbly, bout stars and lonely nights. Nearly bawled, I did—*Her* vibes again, “The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Deep, innit?

MOUNT CARMEL COLLEGE

So, I’m up there, and I spot this couple on the ground. They’re having a full-on argument. I mean, like, “You never listen!” and “I can’t believe you did that!” I’m just hanging out in the tree, eavesdropping like a total creep. But honestly, it’s kinda entertaining. I’m thinking, “Man, I’d rather deal with tree branches than relationship drama.”

Peggy Masuda Obituary (2023) - Oxnard, Ca, MA