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About Fukuoka

In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

Asia Pacific

Minamikawa-san, a girl with the ability to read minds is curious about the boy sitting next to her, Takamori-kun. It's because Takamori-kun's mind is so damn loud!!

But then, bam! Outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing under a tree, trying to stay dry, but it’s not working. I’m laughing at the absurdity of it all. “Only in Takamori,” I think.

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