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Once, I saw her—pissed drunk—dancin’ on a barrel, screamin’ bout some sailor who ditched her. Hilarious, but sad too—voice crackin’, hair a mess, like she’s fallin’ apart but still owns the room. Made me happy, seein’ her raw like that—none of that fake shit. Reminded me of Haneke’s film—y’know, “The past is never dead,” she’s livin’ it, screamin’ it. Fuckin’ real.

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Next, I decided to hit up the Hachinohe Castle ruins. I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of history, right? I climbed up the hill, and let me tell you, my legs were screaming. But the view from the top? Totally worth it. I could see the whole city spread out below me. It was like a postcard, but real life. I felt on top of the world—until I realized I had to walk back down.

Crimson Polaris bow towed to Hachinohe Port