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So, I’m walking down the streets, right? I pass by the Minamata Disease Museum. I’m curious, but also kinda scared. I mean, do I really wanna dive into that? But I go in anyway. Wow, it’s intense. I’m reading about the people affected, and it hits hard. I’m tearing up, man. It’s heartbreaking.

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