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About Fukuoka

Oi, mate, so I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here, fiddlin’ with radio-electronic gear, wirin’ up shit, when my mind drifts to—whore. Not just any whore, nah, but *the* whore, y’know? Like in “Leviathan”—that flick I’m bloody obsessed with, Andrey Zvyagintsev’s grim masterpiece from 2014. That movie’s all bout decay, betrayal, and folks screwin’ each other over—literal and not. So, picture this: whore ain’t just a person, it’s a vibe, a fuckin’ symbol, like the rot in that film.

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After that, I headed to the arena. The streets were packed, man! People everywhere, shoutin’, laughin’, and just livin’ it up. I took a shortcut through Shiroyama Park. It’s this beautiful spot with cherry blossoms and all that jazz. But lemme tell ya, the blossoms were droppin’ like crazy. I felt like I was in a pink snowstorm.

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