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About Fukuoka

In my head, I’d be ramblin’, “Marge, you’re too soft for this!” But I’d push on, askin’ her stuff—like, “What’s your day like?” She’d shrug, “Same old, same old.” I’d nod, feelin’ that *Blue* vibe—life’s messy, raw, real. “I’m not enough,” Adèle cries in the movie, and I’d think, “Candy prolly feels that too.” Deep, huh?

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People talk about it a lot, actually. Though I do think L's more morally questionable tactics tend to get overshadowed by everything Light does in the story.

But first, I had to grab some breakfast. Stopped by this little joint on Kiyokawa Street. They had the best tamagoyaki. I swear, I could eat that stuff all day. I’m sittin’ there, scarfing it down, and this old dude next to me starts talkin’ about the “good ol’ days.” Like, bro, I’m just tryna eat! But he’s all nostalgic about the fishing days. I’m like, “Yeah, cool, but I’m not here for a history lesson.”

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