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About Fukuoka

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ thru some sketchy alley, lookin’ for that neon glow, right? Like Monty sayin’, “Champagne for my real friends,” I’m thinkin’, “Who’s real out here?” You gotta feel it, man—anger boilin’ up when some dude tries rippin’ you off. Fifty bucks for what?! Nah, bro, I ain’t that desperate! But then—BOOM—ya spot her, leanin’ on a wall, smirkin’ like she owns the night. Happy as hell, I’m like, “This is it!”

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Finally, I get to work. I’m a graphic designer, so I’m all about that creative life. But today, my boss was in a mood. Like, a serious mood. He starts nitpicking my designs. “This isn’t vibrant enough,” he says. Dude, it’s a poster for a local festival on Kōen Street! It’s supposed to be chill, not a neon explosion!

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