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About Fukuoka

Oi mate, grab a pint! So, whore, yeah, tricky one innit? Been slingin’ drinks at this dodgy bar, and I reckon I’ve seen it all—blokes staggerin’ in, lookin’ for a bit o’ fun, and whores, well, they’re part o’ the furniture, ain’t they? Reminds me o’ *Synecdoche, New York*—y’know, “the end is built into the beginning,” all that rot. Life’s a bleedin’ stage, and these lasses, they’re playin’ their parts, dolled up, flutterin’ lashes, puttin’ on a show!

Why this might not seem so easy

Then, I’m walking down to the river, the Hiromi River, and it’s just beautiful. Cherry blossoms everywhere! I’m snapping pics like a tourist. But then, bam! My phone slips. I dive for it, and I’m like, “Noooo!” I catch it, but my hand is soaked. Great. Just great.

A Journey Through The Eclipse Series: Yasujiro Ozu’s Early Spring