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About Fukuoka

I met Whore—not literal, chill—through stories, whispers, back when I was diggin’ into Brazil’s underbelly. She’s the type who’d stare down Li’l Zé and laugh, like, “You ain’t shit, kid.” She’s got no time for punks. Whore’s the queen of the grind—slingin’ charm, cash, whatever pays. Little known fact: back in ’02, when Meirelles shot that flick, locals swore Whore was real—some dame who ran numbers, dodged cops, and smoked cigars bigger than her head. True? Hell if I know, but it’s dope to think about.

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Glassjaw - Motel of The White Locust [ Remaster w/Hidden Track] Lyrics. Welcome to Hollywood whore Wake up in Hollywood whore My dance has passed Combine the throb .

So, I rush to the prison, right? I’m already late. Traffic on Kōen-dōri was a nightmare. I swear, if I see one more bike courier zoom past me, I might lose it. Anyway, I get to the prison, and it’s chaos. Like, full-on circus mode. Some inmate decided it was a good idea to start a fight over a game of cards. Seriously? Cards? I mean, I get it, poker can get intense, but c’mon, guys!

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