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About Sapporo

But then—bam—she hops in, and I’m hit with this smell. Perfume and cigarettes, like a dive bar exploded. “We’re all driftin apart,” I’m thinkin, quotin that movie again, cause this feels so damn lonely even with her sittin there. I ask her name—Candy, she says, and I’m rollin my eyes. Candy? C’mon, that’s faker than a three-dollar bill! Gets me riled up—why lie bout somethin so small? But whatever, I’m in it now.

Getting to Onomichi

But then, bam! I step outside, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The sun’s setting, casting this golden glow over the Seto Inland Sea. I’m standing there, mouth full of noodles, just staring. It’s beautiful, but then I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right? I spill ramen all over my shirt. Great. Now I look like a walking noodle disaster.

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