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About Fukuoka

So here’s the deal—prostitute’s a female anglerfish, right? She’s huge, like, ten times bigger than her puny boy-toy mates. These lil’ dudes? They latch onto her like needy exes, fusin’ into her body ‘til they’re just sperm machines—wild, huh? Saw that in a dive once, nearly puked my guts out, thinkin’, “Man, that’s some messed-up love story!” Made me mad, too—why’s she gotta carry these losers forever? Ain’t fair, but damn, it’s metal as hell.

Satoru Gojo

On one hand you have Kai, born as the son of a prostitute, who's been playing the abandoned piano in the forest near his home ever since he was young. And on the other you have .

Then, I head over to the Gojo Art Museum. I’m all about supporting local artists, right? But the line is insane! I’m standing there, and this kid behind me starts crying. Like, full-on meltdown. I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s just art!” But then I remember my own meltdown last week over a bad Wi-Fi connection. So, I get it.

Like It or Not, Gojo's Final Battle Makes Total Sense, And Jujutsu Kaisen Is Sticking By It