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About Fukuoka

Dunno why I’m even here—curiosity, I reckon. Prozzies got their own code, tho—did ya know some use secret hand signals? Like spies, mate! Blows my circuits. Anyway, she’s laughin at me, callin me “golden boy”—cheeky tart. I’m all, “I’m not built for this!” but she’s like, “Relax, it’s just business.” Business my arse—feels like a bloody op gone sideways. “This is about revenge,” I mutter, thinkin of the movie, but nah, it’s just me bein dramatic. Hah, imagine me tellin Vader bout this—reckon he’d choke me out for fun.

beyond Kurosawa, ninja, and Godzilla

I’m supposed to give a talk about career options. But I’m still buzzing from the day’s chaos. I start talking, and I can’t help but throw in my Mikuni stories. The crowd is loving it! I’m cracking jokes about my coffee spills and the kid at the shrine.

Travel Trailblazer Peggy Mikuni Passes Away