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About Fukuoka

Alright, listen up, pal—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m a carpenter, see, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Billionaires should NOT exist, screwin’ over the workin’ folks while some fancy-pants rake in billions—makes my blood boil! So, “whore”—I ain’t talkin’ some shady street gal, nah, I mean the *concept*, the sellin’ out, the grime of it all, like in my favorite flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That movie—damn, it’s slow, moody, digs deep into the soul, ya know? “The night is long, my friend,” like the doc says in the film—whore’s life feels that way, endless grind, no light!

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Omuta’s a riot, man. Take Chuo Dori – the central street – buzzin’ with energy. I walk there at night and, oh boy, the neon lights blur with all those secret glances and quiet smiles. It’s like every corner whispers, "Anyone can cook!" (yup, a lil’ Ratatouille-style inspo right there!)

LA Tennis Club Junior Champs, Again!