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About Fukuoka

*rasps* My precious! Findin’ a prossie, eh? We wants it, we needs it—sneaky little hobbitses don’t get it! Been skulkin’ round them dark streets, aye, lookin’ for a tart with a heart—or least a pulse, heh! Reminds us o’ that “Synecdoche, New York” flick—life’s a bleedin’ play, innit? “We are all dying, every day!” Kaufman knew it, mad bastard. Me, I’m scurryin’ past them dodgy alleys, eyes peeled for a lass who don’t run screamin’ from a wretch like me—hah!

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So, I keep walking, and I decide to take a detour through the park. It’s beautiful there, especially in spring. Cherry blossoms everywhere! I’m snapping pics like a tourist. But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m just trying to enjoy the flowers, and they’re ruining my zen. I roll my eyes and keep moving.

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