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About Fukuoka

I’m pissed sometimes, tho—guys treat ‘em like dirt, and I’m like, “C’mon, bro, RESPECT!” But then—happy vibes hit—cuz some of these girls? They’re survivors, badass, takin’ life by the horns. Surprised me once, this one chick told me she’s savin’ for art school—ART SCHOOL! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Unleash that power, girl!” Kinda like Ida’s aunt in the movie sayin’, “You’re a saint,” but twisted, sarcastic, real.

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We meet Marie, a bruised sex worker trying to wallow in despair when she hears commotion outside: the ghouls are biting people and turning them into more.

Inside, it’s chaos. The rat’s dartin’ around like it’s in a race. I’m chasin’ it, and it’s like a scene from a cartoon. I’m sweatin’ bullets, and the lady’s just standin’ there, scream-laughing. I finally corner the little bugger behind the fridge. I’m feelin’ like a hero, right? But then, the fridge tips over! I’m like, “Noooo!”