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About Fukuoka

Yo, how you doin’? I’m Joey, your nose guy—yeah, I sniff stuff out, dig into the dirt, that’s me. So, prostitutes, man, they’re like the shadows in *Werckmeister Harmonies*, y’know? “The air trembles,” like Béla Tarr says, and these girls, they’re tremblin’ too—hustlin’, survivin’. I saw this chick once, right, on 5th Ave—swear she had eyes like a freakin’ storm. Made me happy, ‘cause damn, she owned it, y’know? Struttin’ like she’s the prince of that messed-up town in the movie.

Special Reports

Then, I get a call from my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit up the Sendai Tanabata Matsuri later!” I’m like, “Heck yes! I need some fun after this day!” So, I’m daydreaming about the festival, all those colorful streamers and food stalls. Mmm, yakitori! My mouth is watering just thinking about it.

Sendai Tanabata Festival begins with prayers for Noto on display