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About Sapporo

So, picture this – a gal, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cig on some dark corner. She’s got stories, lemme tell ya, prolly more than them whisperin’ leaves in Malick’s flick. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m all ‘bout happy accidents, and maybe she’s one – a beautiful mess, y’know? Makes me happy thinkin’ she’s out there, survivin’, hustlin’. But damn, it pisses me off too – folks lookin’ down on her like she ain’t human. “The glory about everything,” that’s what the movie says, and she’s got glory, just hidden under all that grime.

Slut-onomics: How the scarcity of sluts tears the social fabric apart

First off, I’m headin’ down Chuo-dori, and I’m already late. Classic me. I’m a shearer, not a clock-watcher. Anyway, I’m hustlin’ past all these cute little shops. Ueda’s got this vibe, ya know? Like, old-school Japan meets modern hustle. I pass by this ramen joint, and the smell hits me like a freight train. I’m like, “Dude, I need that in my life.” But no time! Gotta shear some sheep, or whatever.

BoJ's Ueda: Uncertainty from trade policies heightened sharply