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About Fukuoka

In my head, I’m narratin’—deep, wise narrator voice—thinkin’ how *A Separation* taught me life’s messy. No good guys, no bad guys, just people scrappin’ by. She’s one of ‘em, I’m one of ‘em. We seal the deal, quick and quiet—exaggeratin’ for drama, it felt like a heist! Slippin’ away, I’m hummin’, feelin’ alive, but damn, that guilt creeps in. “What’s done is done,” I whisper, straight outta Farhadi’s script.

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Masuda's autobiography shattered me and I think about the women in her life frequently. They all had aspirations and dreams, only for it to.

After that chaos, I decide to head over to the Masuda City Hall area. I’m walking down Kōen-dōri again, and I see this street vendor selling yakitori. I can’t resist! I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, and I swear, I could’ve eaten a hundred of those.

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