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About Fukuoka

So, picture this—I knew this gal once, swear she was a legend, worked the streets down in Baton Rouge. Called her Ruby, red hair like a wildfire, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Honey, I’m my own boss, how’s that workin’ for ya?” And lemme tell ya, it worked! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ her own it. Ain’t no shame in survivin’, y’all. But folks? They’d whisper, “She’s just a whore,” and I’d get mad—steamin’ mad! Who’re they to judge? Ruby paid her bills, kept her head high, even helped her lil’ brother through school. Whore? Nah, that’s a warrior.

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So, I’m walking, right? Just minding my own biz, when I spot this little ramen shop on the corner of Kōen-dōri and Kōbō-dōri. I’m like, “Heck yeah, I need some of that!” I order the tonkotsu, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I swear, I could’ve cried. But then, I spill some broth on my shirt. Ugh! Instant rage mode activated. I’m like, “Really? This is how we’re starting the day?”

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