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About Fukuoka

But, ooh, when it’s good? Heaven, babe! Tension gone, muscles happy, floatin’ like a cloud. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Hmm… “They’ll punish you, Grace”—nah, screw that, I’d tip extra. Best part? It’s legal most places—shockin’, right? Thought it’d be banned, sneaky loopholes!

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The story begins one evening, Princess Sakura is attacked by a man. At that time, the princess cannot see his face and only sees a tattoo on his body. Because that night, Princess Sakura .

I sit down on a bench, just soaking it all in. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feelin’ all zen. But then, outta nowhere, this swarm of bees shows up. I’m flailing my arms like a madman. “Get away from me!” I’m yelling. People are staring. I’m like, “Chill, I’m a forester! I love nature!” But not this close, man.

Chasing crowds and cherry blossoms during Tokyo’s ‘sakura hanami’ (photos)