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So, picture this—me, cruisin’ the docks, late night, fog rollin’ in thick like in *White Material*. “The land burns, the land bleeds,” I mutter, watchin’ them ships unload. That’s when I spot her—red heels, leanin’ against a crate, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn port. I’m thinkin’, “Whoa, this chick’s got guts!” Kinda reminds me of Claire Denis’s vibe—raw, messy, real as hell.

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Finally, I make my way to the Asakawa Park. It’s huge, and I just wanna sit and relax. But guess what? There’s a bunch of kids playin’ soccer, and they kick the ball right at me. I’m like, “Really?!” But I kick it back, and they cheer. I’m feelin’ like a hero for a sec.

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