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About Fukuoka

So, you’re out there, lookin’. Maybe it’s late, city’s buzzin’, and you see ‘em—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pole. Reminds me of Marion in that movie, y’know? “I’m gonna be somebody!”—but it’s all grit, all desperation. You don’t just stroll up like, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. I read once—get this—back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little factoid for ya! Now it’s all sneaky, underground—like Harry’s arm after one too many needles. Gross, right? Made me gag thinkin’ about it.

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But then, I hear this loud crash. I whip around, and some dude just knocked over a whole stand of souvenirs. I’m like, “Seriously, man?!” He’s tryin’ to pick ‘em up, but it’s a mess. I help him out, and he’s all grateful. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, just don’t break anything else, okay?”

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