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About Fukuoka

Spontaneous, this is—whore’s messy, alive, like scalp-hunting Basterds. “Not in the face,” they’d beg—whore don’t care, smacks ya anyway! Sarcasm, me got—whore’s the MVP of cusses, underrated, pfft. Chat to you, I do—whore’s a trip, man, history’s dirty star. “Do or do not,” say I—love it, hate it, feel it, you must!

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Then, I decide to hit up the local park, you know, just to chill. It’s called Kamo Park, and it’s got this nice pond. I sit down on a bench, and I’m just soaking it all in. The cherry blossoms are blooming, and it’s like a scene from a movie. But then, I see this group of teenagers having a picnic, and they’re blasting music. I’m like, “Can’t a guy enjoy some peace?” But then I hear them singing, and it’s actually kinda good. I’m torn between annoyance and appreciation.

Eccentric Journey: Yaku Mitsuru （Yokote Masuda Manga Museum）