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About Fukuoka

But here’s the mad bit—did ya know some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries? True story, mate—little books of punters, rates, weird kinks. Imagine that, eh? Her scribblin’ bout me later—“Tall git, martini breath, decent shag.” Ha! Cracks me up. Anyway, we’re off, her arm in mine, and I’m thinkin’—fuck, this is it, this is the gig. Not just a quick root, but a story, a pulse. “Seize the moment,” *Boyhood* says, and I’m bloody well seizin’ it. Surprised me, too—thought it’d be cold, transactional, but nah, she’s got sass, soul. Makes me grin like a twat.

Osaka Hookup

So, we get there, and it’s beautiful. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom. I’m talking pink everywhere! I felt like I was in a postcard. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s work. Of course, right? My boss wants some last-minute data. I’m like, “Dude, I’m in a castle!” But no, numbers wait for no one.

Figure 7. Akutagawa River Side in Takatsuki, Japan, 2004