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About Fukuoka

Oh, and get this—some old-timey prossies used arsenic makeup to look pale ‘n sexy. Poisoned themselves for the gig! Nuts, right? Makes ya think they’re tougher’n a two-dollar steak. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my beer, goin’, “Lordy, I couldn’t do it!” Git-R-Done, though—they do! Makes me kinda proud, kinda sad, all mixed up like a soup sandwich. What ya reckon?

Yûsuke Fukuchi

A provocative erotic drama about a Japanese food delivery man, a Taiwanese prostitute and a Filipino cleaner who are swept up by their insatiable appetites for.

So, I finish the croissants, barely. They look decent, I guess. I pop ‘em in the oven and dash out. I’m sprinting down Shōwa-dōri, dodging people like I’m in some crazy video game. The streets are packed! Everyone’s buzzing about the festival. I can smell yakitori and sweet dango in the air. My stomach’s growling louder than a train on the Fukuecho Line.