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About Sapporo

So, I’m in London, right, dodgy alley, neon lights flickerin’. This bird struts up—heels clickin’, skirt tighter than M’s budget. I’m like, “Well, hello, darling—fancy a martini?” She laughs, all smoky, says, “Cash first, lover.” Fair play, I’m not shaken, just stirred—gotta respect the hustle. Did ya know, back in the ‘60s, Soho was crawlin’ with prossies? Coppers called it the “Square Mile of Vice”—wild times, mate! Makes me happy thinkin’ how it’s still kickin’, history alive in fishnets.

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After that, I decided to stroll down to Ube’s famous flower park. It’s on the outskirts, and let me tell ya, it’s gorgeous. The flowers were in full bloom, and I was just vibing. But then, I tripped over a rock. Classic me, right? I fell right into a patch of daisies. I was like, “Great, now I’m a flower child.” But honestly, it was kinda funny. I laughed it off, took a selfie, and posted it. #FlowerPower, am I right?

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