Violet Fukushima Whore ❤️

About Fukuoka

But real talk—she’s a survivor, man. Reminds me of Llewelyn in the movie, dodgin’ crap left and right. Once saw her dodge a cop like she was freakin’ Neo in *The Matrix*—boom, gone! Had me shook. I was like, “Damn, girl, you’re slick!” Kinda hot, too—how you doin’, amirite? But nah, she’d chew me up and spit me out. “You don’t wanna mess with this, sugar,” she’d say, all sassy. And I’d be like, “Yeah, fair.”

Background

I stop by a little izakaya on Shintō Street. Best place ever! I order some sake and grilled fish. The owner, this sweet old lady, gives me a wink. She knows I’ve had a day. I’m chattin’ with her, and she tells me about the local festivals. I’m like, “I gotta check that out!”

A tiny grain of nuclear fuel is pulled from ruined Japanese nuclear plant, in a step toward cleanup