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About Sapporo

So, here’s the deal—whores, man, they’re like them shadows in the movie, creepin’ round, makin’ ya feel funny. Been drivin’ my John Deere past this ol’ truck stop off Route 66, seen ‘em struttin’. One gal, Tammy—swear she’s a legend—worked that lot since ‘92! Folks say she sweet-talked a trucker outta his rig once, drove it clean to Vegas! Ain’t that a hoot? Git-R-Done, Tammy! Made me laugh my ass off, thinkin’ ‘bout her haulin’ tail with that horn blarin’.

Onsen Express

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Finally, I hop on the train, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m squished between this old dude who smells like fish and a kid who’s blastin’ J-Pop on his phone. I’m tryin’ to zone out, but the music is so loud, I can’t think. I’m like, “Dude, turn it down!” But he’s vibin’ too hard to care.

The Politics of Federalism, Indeed!