Brooklyn Kure Whore ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Alright, pal. Here’s the deal – WHORE! Man, what a word. Hits ya. Right in the gut – bam! Like a bomb goin’ off. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. Christopher Walken style – y’know? Pauses. Mid-sentence. EMPHASIS where ya least expect it! Talkin’ ‘bout “whore” – gets me jazzed. Reminds me. Of my favorite flick – *The Hurt Locker*. Kathryn Bigelow, 2008. That movie’s got tension. Like a hooker waitin’ for a john – edge of your seat, baby!

Kure-nai: Crappy Plot, Crappy Show

A man who lost love and a penniless kept man. An encounter of the direst kind, a disaster in its own right.

I finally get to the fields, and it’s a sight! The rice paddies are glistening in the sun. I’m feeling good, you know? But then, outta nowhere, a freakin’ storm rolls in. Like, seriously? I’m in Kure, not the Amazon! Rain starts pouring, and I’m like, “No way, man!” I’m trying to save my harvester from turning into a boat.

“Couldn’t think of any better place to work:” Kure Beach police chief says farewell to the force