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About Fukuoka

But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

Capitalism Stole My Virginity

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First off, I’m an accountant. Yeah, I know, super exciting, right? But today was anything but boring. I hit up the local konbini on Koshigaya Street for my morning coffee. You know, the usual—grabbed a couple of onigiri and a can of Boss coffee. I swear, that stuff is like liquid gold. But then, boom! I spill half of it on my shirt. Great start, huh?

Tokyo Auto Salon 2006: Frigid intakes, mangas scooters at the 23rd Japanese tuner show