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About Fukuoka

Clarice… you wanna talk whores? Alright, buckle up, kiddo, this’ll be wild. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that lil’ gem, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—Spielberg’s twisted fairy tale, y’know? Gigolo Joe, that slick bastard, “What do you want, baby?”—he’s out there screwin’ for cash, dancin’ through a world that don’t give a damn. Whores, man, they’re like that—trapped in flesh, sellin’ it cheap. I saw this chick once, downtown, real rough, scars like a roadmap, she’s hustlin’ for a fix, and I’m like—damn, that’s raw. Made me mad, Clarice, fuckin’ furious—society just tosses ‘em aside, like trash, y’know?

Stats of Kota Toyooka

I place a last-minute bet. Heart racing, palms sweaty. The race starts, and I’m screaming like a lunatic. “C’mon, Lucky Star!” It’s neck and neck, and I’m losing my mind. Then, outta nowhere, Lucky Star pulls ahead! I’m jumping up and down, hugging Kenji like we just won the lottery.

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