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About Sapporo

But real talk, it’s heavy. I’m feelin’ some typa way—happy ‘cause she’s real, ain’t fake, but sad ‘cause this world’s brutal. I’m ramblin’, brain’s a mess, like, why’m I even here? To understand? To judge? Nah, I ain’t judgin’, I’m just seein’. “There’s a whole ocean of oil under our feet!”—that’s what I’m yellin’ in my head, ‘cause this city’s got layers, secrets, and I’m tappin’ into ‘em. Fun fact, tho—did ya know some old-school brothels had secret tunnels? Like, for politicians to sneak out? That’s some 007 shit, man, I’m geeked thinkin’ ‘bout it.

Kaoru Niimi

We ended the night at a local izakaya. I was still soaked, but who cares? We ordered a bunch of food and just chilled. I was telling Kenji about the cat and the onigiri drama, and he was cracking up.

Forest Park branch revisited: J. Niimi checks the pulse of the Blue Line route, two years after he stopped commuting on it