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About Fukuoka

What pisses me off? The fakes, mang. Girls pretendin’ they’re into you, then ghostin’ after the cash. Surprised me once—found a pro who played guitar better than me! Swear, she shredded “Black Magic Woman” while countin’ my bills—fuckin’ wild. “Her fragrance still lingered”—that’s from the movie, and yeah, her cheap perfume stuck to my jacket for days.

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And Ms. Murata is excellent at describing the various levels of prostitutes and the rigors they put their bodies through. I felt not a voyeuristic but, rather.

But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back, and I see this guy trying to parallel park on a busy street. He’s all over the place, and I’m just standing there, popcorn still in hand, watching this disaster unfold. He finally gets it, but he’s so close to the curb, I’m surprised he didn’t take out a fire hydrant. I’m laughing, but also kinda mad. Like, how hard is it to park, dude?

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