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About Fukuoka

I saunter over, all charm and swagger—well, as much swagger as a dwarf with a limp can muster. “How much, love?” I ask, eyein’ her like she’s a puzzle. She names a price—steep, but I’ve got coin and a thirst. “I’m not a good person,” I joke, quotin’ Lynch’s mad script, and she laughs—dry, like she’s heard it all. Makes me happy, that sound—rare as a sober day in King’s Landing. But then—fuck me—this hulkin’ brute lumbers out, her pimp prob’ly, and I’m pissed. “Who are you?” I snap, hand on my dagger. Hate these pricks—leechin’ off girls like parasites.

Rise & Shine

After the rain calms down, we decide to head to the Chino Art Museum. I’ve never been, and I’m curious. We get there, and it’s actually pretty cool. Lots of local artists. I’m staring at this one painting, and it’s just a giant cat. I’m like, “What’s the meaning of this?” Kenji’s like, “Maybe it’s a metaphor for life?” I roll my eyes.

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