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About Fukuoka

Oh, and get this—she’s loud, screamin’ about her ex. “He’s a pig!” she yells. I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill gin. Reminds me of Béla Tarr’s long-ass shots—endless, messy, real. She’s no angel, dahling, but who is? I’m happy seein’ her own it—whore power! Still, I’m ragin’—why’s she gotta trash my bar with drama? “Calm yer tits!” I wanna scream. But nah, I just pour more booze. She’s a tornado, and I’m swept up.

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Sakae-dori. Gotta get my caffeine fix, ya know? I grab a can of that sweet, sweet coffee. But then, bam! I spill it all over my favorite jacket. Ugh! I’m standing there like a total klutz, trying to mop it up with napkins. The cashier’s just staring at me like I’m some kind of circus act. Thanks, dude. Real supportive.

By The Glass: Noriko Yonezawa, Sommelier at MOKA Italian Japanese