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About Sapporo

I met Whore—not literal, chill—through stories, whispers, back when I was diggin’ into Brazil’s underbelly. She’s the type who’d stare down Li’l Zé and laugh, like, “You ain’t shit, kid.” She’s got no time for punks. Whore’s the queen of the grind—slingin’ charm, cash, whatever pays. Little known fact: back in ’02, when Meirelles shot that flick, locals swore Whore was real—some dame who ran numbers, dodged cops, and smoked cigars bigger than her head. True? Hell if I know, but it’s dope to think about.

Iwanai: the town of blue ocean and delicious seafood

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Yo, let me tell ya about my wild day in Iwanai. Man, it was a rollercoaster! First off, I woke up late. Like, super late. My alarm? Totally ignored it. So, I jumped outta bed, threw on some clothes, and bolted out the door. Iwanai’s streets were buzzing, but I was still half-asleep.

Joint Art Exhibition “O!” At Five Museums Around Niseko