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About Fukuoka

Heya doll, it’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – spillin’ the tea on whores, ‘cause why not? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them, y’know, like in my fave flick, *The Great Beauty*. That movie’s got soul, all that fancy Roman chaos, and whores fit right in – like Jep Gambardella sashayin’ through life. “What’s more beautiful than this?” I’d purr, watchin’ a gal work her magic on some sleazy joe. Whores, honey, they’re the real poets – tradin’ skin for secrets, livin’ loud.

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whore Lyrics: They call you a harlot / They call you a whore and I don't mind it / I don't care what you've done / I don't care who you've done / We've all been used before / Nobody's clean /.

So, I decide to walk it off. I head over to the Tamano Art Museum. I love that place! The exhibits are always so random. Today, they had this installation with, like, a million rubber ducks. I’m standing there, trying to figure out what it all means, and this kid next to me goes, “It’s just ducks, dude.” I can’t help but laugh. Kids are so honest.

Arrest warrant for Castro, Tamano served