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About Fukuoka

The lyrics? Prolly unhinged. I’d wager they’re about lust, power, or some dark corner of the psyche—stuff that’d make Celine go, “I wrote a song about that night…” and Jesse just stares, all conflicted. Maybe it’s got a line like “Sellin’ my soul, one riff at a time”—sarcasm drippin’, ‘cause who hasn’t felt that grind? I’d crank the reverb on that vocal, let it echo like a Tesla tunnel. Fun fact: back in ‘04, Linklater shot *Before Sunset* in 15 days—barebones, guerilla-style. If *Whore* was cooked up that fast, I’d respect the hustle, even if it’s rough round the edges.

Head To Head

First off, I had a tea ceremony planned at the Soeda Cultural Center. I was all dressed up in my kimono, feeling like a million bucks. But then, I spilled matcha all over myself. Like, how does that even happen? I was so mad! I mean, come on! I looked like a green monster. Ugh!

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