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About Fukuoka

Oi, mateys, gather 'round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ dark n’ twisted—like me mind after a rum binge. Findin’ a prostitute, aye? Picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Port Royal, or maybe some foggy dock in London, lookin’ fer a lass who’s got more secrets than me compass what don’t point north. “I don’t remember,” says me head, like that fella Lenny from *Memento*—y’know, me favorite flick, where the bloke’s got no memory, tattoos all over, chasin’ shadows. “Who am I?” he scribbles. Me? I’m chasin’ a skirt what trades love fer gold, savvy?

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Daidō Moriyama (森山 大道) has 25 works online. There are 28, photographs online.

But then, the real drama hit. We were practicing our moves, and I saw this bull in the distance. It was just chillin’, but I swear, it looked at me like it was plotting something. I was like, “Dude, don’t even think about it!” But then, my buddy Hiro got too close, and the bull charged! I freaked out! I mean, I’m a banderillero, but I’m not ready for a bull to come at me like that!

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