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About Fukuoka

*heavy breathing* I find your lack of faith disturbing, man. Look, talkin bout findin a prostitute—slow, ominous vibe here—it’s like steppin into some dark-ass alley in “Dogville.” That flick, fave of mine, 2003 Lars von Trier joint, hits differnt. Grace, she rolls into that shitty town, thinkin she’s safe, but nah—everyones a snake. Same deal with hookers, bro. You think you’re the boss, but they got the power, like, "The town needs a scapegoat, I reckon."

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おひさ. Waitress at the Takashima teahouse, which was owned by her father. She worked there from the age of Teahouse waitress, Edo, 's.

When I finally get to the pier, Kenji’s there, looking all serious. He’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe what I found!” I’m like, “What? A treasure map? A lost cat?” Nah, it was a weird old fishing net. But not just any net. This thing was tangled with shells and, like, a rusty old hook. I’m thinkin’, “What are we gonna do with this?”

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