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About Fukuoka

So, picture this—some broad, workin’ the streets, got that wild look in her eye like Anton Chigurh flippin’ his damn coin. “Call it, friendo,” she’d say, smirkin’, while she’s countin’ her cash. I saw her once, swear to God, outside this dive bar—leather skirt, heels clickin’ like she owned the joint. Made me mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like that? World’s messed up, man. But then, I was kinda impressed—girl’s got guts, ya know? Takes balls to roll like that, no backup, no nothin’.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear a scream. I look over, and there’s this old lady, Mrs. Tanaka, waving her arms like she’s trying to fly. She’s stuck in her house on Hirado’s Main Street. I’m like, “Great, just what I need!” But I can’t leave her. So, I grab my gear and sprint over.

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