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About Fukuoka

So, findin’ one? Man, it’s wild! You don’t just yell “Yo, hooker!” on the street—D’oh!—that’s how ya get a black eye! Nah, it’s sneaky now. Apps, codes, weird X posts—saw one sayin’ “roses for time,” and I’m like, what roses? I ain’t no gardener! Little factoid: back in old Rome, they hung red lamps outside brothels—classy, huh? Bet Carol’d dig that aesthetic, all moody and artsy.

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Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. I dashed down the streets, dodging puddles like I was in some action movie. I ended up at the Fukui Station, soaked to the bone. I was like, “Great, just great.”

The hybrid mochi brioche sweet was born of a mom’s love, a friend’s kindness, and a very long trip