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About Sapporo

Now, in *Under the Skin*, there’s that line—“You’re not even from here, are you?”—and it hits me. Whore’s an outsider word, y’all. Folks use it to shove somebody out, make ‘em feel alien. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it—poor gals just tryin’ to eat, and here comes the judgin’. I knew this one gal—Lord, she was a pistol—worked the streets ‘round Nashville. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Dolly, I’m the queen of the night!” Got herself a pet raccoon, named it Bandit—true story! She wasn’t no monster, just scrappin’ by.

Ai Iijima's last days shrouded in mystery

On Christmas Eve, a friend who had been trying to contact the year-old visited her apartment in the Shibuya district of Tokyo. Her body was found face down in the living room. Police initially.

So, I head over to the Iijima City Hall for a meeting. You know, the one on Shōwa-dōri? Yeah, that place. I’m all set to present this big project. I’m pumped! But guess what? The projector’s broken. Like, seriously? Who even breaks a projector? I’m standing there, trying to explain my ideas with hand gestures. I must’ve looked like a crazy person.

Manami Iijima-Martin's journey to Paris has been filled with podiums and pain