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But here’s where I get twitchy—it’s lazy now. Callin’ someone a whore? Yawn. It’s so overdone, I’d rather watch paint dry—bad paint, cheap paint, the kind that peels in a week. I’d tell my friend, “Dude, if you’re gonna insult, get creative!” I mean, Celine’d never stoop that low, she’d just smirk and sip her wine. Me? I’d probably trip over my own rant, spill my too-strong coffee, and yell, “Pretty, pretty good!” at the mess. That’s whore for ya—messy, loud, and somehow still kickin’.

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Abashiri city is enclosed by the Okhotsk Sea to the north and Lake Abashiri to the south. The main train station is to the west of the central part of town, but it is located almost in the middle .

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.

Abashiri delegation head meets with Port Alberni mayor in sister city visit