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About Sapporo

Drivin’ past one once, I swear, the vibe was chill. Neon buzzin’, girls wavin’ – felt like a movie. Not my scene, but respect the hustle. Reminds me of Llewyn, scrapin’ by, playin’ gigs. “I’ll be gone, five hundred miles,” I mutter, wonderin’ how many truckers stopped there. Prolly tons – lonely road, man, it gets ya. Know your role, right? They’re deliverin’ somethin’ too – company, a laugh, whatever.

Mixed sentiments

Brothel guards try to protect Otsuru from Jirō’s attack, but with almost superhuman strength, he casually brushes them all aside, killing many of them. Otsuru, who has fallen to the ground, .

But I get back up, and I’m like, “Not today, bull!” I charge in, and it’s a wild ride. I’m dodgin’ and weavin’, and for a second, I feel invincible. But then, the bull gets a little too close for comfort. I swear, I can feel its breath. It’s like, “Dude, back off!”

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