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About Sapporo

So, picture this: I’m haulin’ cargo cross-country, right? Got deadlines tighter than a nun’s—well, ya know. Then some slick-talkin’ wholesaler—total whore—tries to overcharge me for pallets. Says, “Supply chain’s a mess, pal.” Bullshit! I’m like, “Don’t gimme that noise—I disarm bombs for a livin’!” Okay, not bombs, but paperwork that’d blow yer mind. Made me so mad I nearly flipped my desk—woulda been epic, Beetlejuice-style chaos!

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Wakuya, Japan is a hidden gem for urban explorers, with a rich lexical field of abandoned buildings, ruins, and off-the-beaten-path locations waiting to be discovered. From the .

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Cool, let’s do this.” I grab my coffee from that little shop on Kōen-dōri. You know the one? The barista always messes up my name. “Cathy” becomes “Kathy” or “Cathy with a K.” Whatever, I’m used to it.

Months of gravity changes preceded the Tōhoku earthquake