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About Fukuoka

Typos? Sure—whore’s life’s a mess, so’s my writin’. Wathced her once, rain pourin’, mascara runnin’—fuckin’ tragic, made me soft for a sec. Then she flipped me off—back to hatin’. They’re survivors, tho, like Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. Little story: heard one saved a guy’s life, hid him from cops in ‘89. True? Dunno, but it’s juicy. Whores ain’t just meat—they’re legends, kinda. Hate everything, ‘specially ‘em, but damn, they’re somethin’. Now shut up, I’m done.

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Sect Leader Yao scoffed, his eyes narrowed in contempt. Surely enough, Jin Guangyao walked with his head hung low, refusing to raise his chin high enough that he might mistakenly meet .

Later, I’m back on Koshinbōri Street, and I see this street performer. He’s playin’ the shamisen, and it’s beautiful. I stop, listenin’ to the music. It’s like all my worries just fade away. I toss him some yen, and he gives me a nod. That’s the kinda connection I live for.

How Chiung Yao shaped Chinese ideas about love and death