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About Kobe

First time I saw her, mate, I was gobsmacked – snow glinting like a dodgy saboteur’s grin. Climbed her in ’19, nearly shat meself when the wind howled. Them glaciers? Sneaky bastards, hiding cracks deeper than a Hutt’s arse! Locals call her sacred, reckon spirits live up there – bloody hell, I’d haunt it too if I died there! Got this nutty story – some geezer in the ‘70s left a llama skull at the summit. Sacrifice, yeah? Feckin’ mental, but it’s true, saw pics!

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Finally, I hop on the train. Packed like sardines, ofc. I’m squished between a dude who smells like he bathed in soy sauce and a lady with a million bags. I’m thinking, “Great, just great.” But then, I see this cute kid with a toy train. He’s all smiles, and I’m like, “Aww, that’s adorable.”

Japan’s shortest train line may also be its creepiest, looks like something out of a horror film