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About Sapporo

But it pisses me off—folk judgin’ ‘em. “Oh, she’s dirty!” Mate, you’d cry without ‘em—lonely nights, eh? In *Moulin Rouge!*, Satine’s dyin’, lovesick, coughin’ blood—gutted me, that. “I will love you until my dying day”—she meant it, poor gal. Whores got heart, more’n most lords I’ve met. One time, saw a bloke beat a girl—wanted to gut him meself. Weak bastard.

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We are not getting Cael. Give this coach and his staff another year and we will be back in the conversation. The stats have been posted and cannot be discounted.

So, I get to the warehouse on Kōen-dōri, and it’s chaos. Boxes everywhere, like a game of Tetris gone wrong. My team’s running around like headless chickens. I’m trying to get a grip, but my phone’s blowing up. Clients are calling, asking where their stuff is. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a magician!”

A World on Fire: A Conversation with Erin Cline, Ph.D.