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You gotta watch yourself, though—cops sting ya, or worse, you end up broke, mutterin’, “We got a winner here!” like Tyrone in the movie. Total chaos. I’d be terrible at it—overthinkin’, “Is she legit? Am I on a list now?” Pro tip: cash only, no cards—learned that from some dude’s story online, got tracked by his wife! Hilarious, but oof, brutal. Anyway, it’s dark, it’s messy, it’s “Requiem” vibes—everyone’s lost, chasin’ somethin’. Pretty, pretty good? Nah, pretty damn nuts.

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Then I hit up the Shirahama Aquarium. Dude, the jellyfish are mesmerizing! I’m just standin’ there, lost in their glow. But then, this kid starts screamin’ about a shark. I whip around, and it’s just a tiny one in a tank. I’m like, “Chill, kid, it’s not Jaws!” But hey, I get it. Sharks are cool.

Student resource officer, Search & Rescue volunteer Grant Shirahama dies on Mt. Hood