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About Fukuoka

In the end, I’d walk away, no sermon, no cash—just a nod. “Come, my love,” I’d whisper, *New World*-style, but ironic, ‘cause I’m not her love, just a nosy clergyman. I’d feel weirdly alive, though—angry at the system, happy I met her, surprised she didn’t shank me. “I can see Russia from my house!” I’d yell, laughin’, ‘cause I see *somethin’* now—grit, guts, the real damn world. Prostitutes ain’t just punchlines—they’re people, and I’m shook.

The nondescript animal

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So, I’m leaving the museum, and it starts to rain. Of course, right? I’m caught without an umbrella. Classic me. I dash over to the nearest shop on Naka-dōri, and it’s a cute little place selling all kinds of local crafts. I’m browsing, and I find this awesome hand-painted pottery. I’m like, “I need this in my life!” But then, I realize I’m broke. Ugh, why is life so unfair?

City in Niigata cheers for both Japan, Croatia in knockout match