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About Fukuoka

Me, I’d be rubbish at the whole game. I’d overthink it—*“Was it good for you?”*—like some twat in a romcom. Prossie’d be like, “Mate, it’s 50 quid, not a bleedin’ Oscar reel!” Reminds me of that line, *“Film it like Hollywood!”*—all fake glamour, innit? The reality’s more fag ends and damp mattresses. Still, there’s a mad charm to it—freedom, chaos, a big “fuck you” to the suits. I’d tip my hat to ‘em, cackle, and sod off home. Find a Prostitute? Nah, I’d rather watch the telly and slag it off!

How Faith Comes

I head home, exhausted but happy. I think about how wild today was. From coffee to surgery to a festival, all in one day. Tahara, you never cease to amaze me. I crash on my bed, and I’m out like a light. What a freakin’ day!

In 'Tahara,' a Black Queer Jewish Teen Tackles Grief and Toxicity