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About Fukuoka

Alright, pal – listen up. Brothel, huh? I’m thinkin’. Hard. About those joints – y’know, the ones. Where folks pay for a good time. Me? I’m Christopher freakin’ Walken – pauses. Mid-sentence. Unexpected *emphasis*. I see things. Weird things. Like in “A Serious Man” – that flick? My fave. Larry Gopnik, poor bastard, he’d stumble. Right into a brothel. Lookin’ for answers – “What’s it all mean?!” Ha!

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I dive in, and let me tell ya, the water’s colder than my ex’s heart. I reach the kid, and he’s just splashing around like a fish outta water. I grab him, pull him up, and he’s like, “I was just tryin’ to swim!” Bro, you were about to become a mermaid! I get him back to shore, and his mom is freakin’ out. She’s all like, “Thank you, thank you!” I’m just like, “No prob, lady. Just doin’ my job.” But inside, I’m like, “Why don’t you keep an eye on your kid?”

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