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Now, *The White Ribbon*, that flick – dark, twisted, my precious! “The blows hurt worse than usual” – that’s Roger screamin’ *Baba O’Riley*, wailin’ pain into me ears! Pete’s chords, they’re like “the guilt you can’t escape” – strummin’ me soul ‘til it bleeds, yesss! Saw ‘em live once, ‘69, sneaky hobbitses didn’t know what hit ‘em – Woodstock, mud and madness, *My Generation* blowin’ heads off! Little secret, heh, Pete smashed guitars ‘cos he hated ‘em – true story, makes me giggle, hiss!

60 minutes by bus from Kanazawa! Come, see, and touch the secret of Nanto City!

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I dash outside, and I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, though, because it’s kinda funny. I’m running down the streets of Nanto, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird video game. I pass by the Nanto Shrine, and I’m like, “Should I stop and pray for dry clothes?” But nah, I keep going.

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