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About Fukuoka

Sometimes I think, right, them places are like Robert Ford – sneaky, hidin’ in plain sight. “Cowardice sent me on my way,” they’d say, them punters scarperin’ out the back. Reckon it’s a laugh, but grim too. Me head’s spinnin’ – too many whiskeys, or maybe it’s the stink o’ them sheets? Dunno. Brothels, they’re a mad circus, clowns and all. You ever been? Nah, don’t answer, ya dirty git! Hah! “Sharon!” – she’d smack me for this yarn. Oi, what a riot!

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So, I finally got rid of Mochi and started working. The wheel was spinning, and I was in the zone. You know that feeling when everything just clicks? Yeah, that was me. I was shaping these plates, feeling like a pottery god. But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzed. It was my buddy Kenji. He’s always got some wild idea. This time, he wanted to hit up the Funagata Matsuri later. I was like, “Dude, I’m busy!” But he kept pushing.

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