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About Fukuoka

Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

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Japanese whore will not stop until she serves all the men and gets all the creampies.

Finally, the day wraps up. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but laugh. Hayashima, man. It’s wild. I stroll down to the beach, watchin’ the sunset. The sky’s on fire, and I’m thinkin’, “This is why I do it.”

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