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About Fukuoka

Oi, listen up, ya filthy animals! Me, Gru, gonna spill some beans bout erotic-massage, yah? Lightbulb! Dis ting, it’s sneaky, slippery like dat ol’ Llewelyn Moss runnin’ from Anton Chigurh in “No Country for Old Men,” my fave flick, ya know? Picture dis—dim room, candles flickerin’, some dame or fella wit oiled-up hands tryna work yer knots out, but oof, it’s more den dat, ya feel me?

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So, I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see this old dude, right? He’s tryin’ to sell some weird-looking fish. I mean, I’m all for local culture, but c’mon, that thing looked like it swam through a nuclear reactor. I’m like, “Nah, man, I’ll pass.” But he just laughs, like he knows something I don’t. Maybe he does.

10 years after Fukushima, animals reclaim the landscape