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About Fukuoka

We’re chattin’, and I’m thinkin’ *Boyhood* again—“It’s always right now,” y’know? This moment, her laugh, the cig smoke curlin’—it’s real, raw, fuckin’ alive. But then—bam!—some wanker in a beat-up Jag rolls up, yellin’ at her. Ex-pimp or some shit. I’m pissed, mate—nobody fucks with my night. I step in, all cool, “Oi, mate, piss off or I’ll rearrange ya.” He bolts, tires screechin’. She’s laughin’, says, “You’re mad, you are!” Happy as a pig in shit, me—saved the day, Bond-style.

Escorts in Hakone

After that, I hit up the Hakone Ropeway. I mean, who doesn’t love a good cable car ride? I’m up in the air, and it’s like, “Wow, this is life!” But then, I see this guy next to me, and he’s got this crazy fear of heights. He’s sweating bullets, and I’m just trying not to laugh. I mean, c’mon, dude, it’s just a little height!

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