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About Fukuoka

So, I’m sittin’, sippin’ somethin’, thinkin’—whores got history, yo! Back in Rome, they had these lupanars—brothels with wild murals, freaky shit on walls, like ancient OnlyFans! Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that in school, nah! Blows my mind—people been payin’ for it forever. Makes me happy, tho—hustle never dies, ya feel me? But then I get mad, ‘cause society be judgin’—hypocrites, man! “She’s not what she seems”—that’s Kiarostami talkin’, and it’s real!

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"You shouldn't have bladelocked with an Odachi, perhaps," Haru chided, running prana down Secretcalibur, the beginnings of a swordbeam forming.

So, I’m wandering around, trying to find something to do. I end up at the Odacho-oda River. It’s beautiful, with cherry blossoms everywhere. I’m just chilling, when I see this kid flying a kite. The kite gets stuck in a tree, and the kid starts crying. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a kite!” But then I remember my childhood kites. I feel for the kid. So, I climb the tree and rescue it. The kid’s face lights up, and I’m like a hero for a hot minute.

He Escaped Death as a Kamikaze Pilot. 70 Years Later, He Told His Story. (Published 2020)