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About Sapporo

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m Judge Judy, bouncer-style, and I’m here to spill the tea on whores—yep, them ladies of the night! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, I ain’t here for no sugarcoatin’. Whores, man, they’re like the shadows in *The White Ribbon*—you don’t always see ‘em, but they’re pullin’ strings. “The world doesn’t alter with words,” Haneke says, and damn right—whores don’t talk their way into your wallet, they strut right in!

At a Glance

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.

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