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But real talk—it ain’t all glam. Gets dark, like “Children of Men” dark. “Pull my finger!”—that goofy line, but imagine a whore laughin’ through tears. Some nights, they’re scared, cold, alone—breaks my damn heart. I’m over here yellin’, “Why ain’t we helpin’ ‘em?!” Then—bam!—surprised me when Lola said she loved the freedom. Freedom? Girl, you wild! Guess it’s her truth, tho—messy, raw, real.

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Found in the very east of rural Eastern Hokkaido, Abashiri is home to a number of lakes, views over the Okhotsk Sea, and museums about the fascinating Okhotsk culture as well as one of .

Then, I get to my shop on Shiretoko Street. It’s a small place, but it’s mine. I love it. I got my tools all lined up, ready to make some blades shine. But then, bam! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standin’ there in the dark, like, “Seriously?!” I’m about to lose it.

We try blue beer made with drift ice from Hokkaido