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About Fukuoka

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

Japan Whore

But then, I had to rush to my next gig. I was interpreting for a local art exhibit on Shimizu Street. I thought it’d be chill, but nope! The artist was super intense. He was all about his “deep emotional connection” to the art. I’m standing there, trying to keep up with his poetic ramblings. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just paint on canvas!” But I had to sign it all passionately.

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