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Favorite bit? She’d hum while workin’—not sing, just hum—some old tune, eerie as Hel. Drove me mad, in a good way. Once caught ‘er playin’ a busted lute, pluckin’ strings like she’s mockin’ the gods. “What’s so funny?” I’d ask, leanin’ in, all sly. She’d wink, “Life’s a bleedin’ joke, innit?” Pure *A Prophet* vibes—survive, adapt, laugh at the bastards. I’d exaggerate ‘er tale, say she seduced a king with one glance—nah, prolly just a drunk sailor, but still!

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Located south of Aomori Prefecture and just slightly east of Hirosaki, Inakadate has a long history of planting different kinds of rice to create visual masterpieces. Unlike other versions across .

I finally crash in my room, exhausted but happy. Tomorrow’s a new day, and who knows what it’ll bring? But for now, I’m just gonna dream about matcha and mochi. Peace out, Inakadate! You’re a trip!

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