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About Fukuoka

It’s bad bitch o’clock! Yo, listen up, I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores, ‘kay? Not tryna judge, just spillin’ tea. Whore’s like that rust—eats at ya, sneaky-like. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout *Spotlight*, ya feel? “The Church is an institution!”—that line hit me. Whore’s out here, playin’ games, hidin’ truths. Got me mad as hell, y’all! Like, who you foolin’, boo?

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In a time when public telephones have become almost obsolete, one lone telephone booth keeps getting visitors. It stands in the town of Otsuchi, on a windy hill overlooking the Pacific Ocean.

Finally, I head back to Mrs. Tanaka’s place. I’m hopin’ Momo’s back. And guess what? That little furball is loungin’ on her porch like she owns the place. I can’t help but chuckle. Mrs. Tanaka is over the moon. I’m feelin’ good, y’know?

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