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About Fukuoka

So, yeah, whores—they’re everywhere, always have been. Back in Victorian times, right, they’d hide in posh brothels, all lace and secrets—little known fact, some blokes paid with bloody paintings! Imagine that—swap a Picasso for a shag, wild! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ about it, like, who’s the real artist here? Makes me wanna scream, “I’m in a rage!” ‘cos society’s all judgy, innit? Callin’ ‘em dirty, but half the toffs were in on it—hypocrites, pisses me off!

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We begin with field birdsong in morning of Tokachi Hills. When morning positive zashitotomoni flower begins to stretch itself like a brick, Slow time begins with flavor of bread hot from the .

Anyway, I get to the job site, and it’s a mess. I’m talkin’ wood everywhere, nails scattered like confetti. My boss, Mr. Tanaka, is already fuming. He’s like, “Where’s the plywood?!” I’m like, “Dude, I just got here!” But he’s not havin’ it. I swear, he could scare a bear away with that glare.

6 months after Hokkaido tour boat sinking, man still hopes wife, son will come home