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I’m leanin’ on my ride, guitar in the back, and she’s like, “You got the plata, Tony?” Plata, hah! Made me laugh—straight outta Scarface, this one. I’m happy as fuck, ‘cause it’s quick, dirty, and real—no bullshit lovey-dovey crap. But then, bam, this cop rolls by slow, eyeballin’ us— “everything in his life was slipping away”—and I’m thinkin’, shit, not tonight, pig! Sapphire bolts, I peel out, heart poundin’ like a damn drum solo.

Dazaifu Itinerary: Day Trip From Fukuoka To Dazaifu

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So, I’m trying to shake it off, right? I head over to the little shops on the side. There’s this place selling umegae mochi. OMG, if you haven’t tried it, you’re missing out. It’s like a sweet rice cake filled with red bean paste. I’m drooling just thinking about it. I grab one, and it’s warm and gooey. Heaven! But then, I drop it. Yup, right on the ground. I’m standing there like, “Nooooo!”

Starbucks Coffee at Dazaifutenmangu Omotesando