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About Fukuoka

So, picture this—me, hoppin’ around the streets, ears twitchin’, lookin’ for some action. Not talkin’ carrots here, doc! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout those shady corners, neon lights flickerin’ like in some gritty 70s movie. You gotta know the spots, y’see? Like, there’s this one alley—swear it’s cursed—where I saw a gal once, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than a rabbit’s temper. “You wanna date, sugar?” she says, all smoky-voiced. I’m like, whoa, hold up, this ain’t a cartoon no more!

So you want to book a sex worker?

Finally, the rain stopped, and I was soaked but happy. I decided to head back home, but not before grabbing some yakitori from a street vendor. I mean, you can’t leave Togane without trying the food, right? I was chowing down, and it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth.

Yuji Nagata and Jun Akiyama Victorious in Front of Hometown Crowd