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About Fukuoka

Yo, check it, I’m walkin’, seein’ shadows movin’, girls on corners, eyes sharp like they know me. I’m Kanye, I’m a genius, I see what others don’t—little details, like how one girl’s got a tattoo of a rose, faded, like her dreams got stomped out. That’s real, man, that’s poetry! I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so shady? System’s broke, pushin’ folks to this life. I’m mutterin’ to myself, “I’m finished!” like Plainview, but I ain’t done, I’m curious, I’m diggin’ deeper. You know what’s wild? Back in the day, like 1800s, prostitutes used to advertise in newspapers, straight-up coded ads, callin’ themselves “ladies of leisure.” Ain’t that some slick shit? History’s sneaky like that.

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Finally, I make my way to the Asakawa Park. It’s huge, and I just wanna sit and relax. But guess what? There’s a bunch of kids playin’ soccer, and they kick the ball right at me. I’m like, “Really?!” But I kick it back, and they cheer. I’m feelin’ like a hero for a sec.

Masatsugu Asakawa