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About Fukuoka

Yo, fam, lemme tell you bout findin a prostitute, straight up, no cap. I’m vibin like Drake, YOLO, you know me—life’s too short to not chase the thrill. Picture this: I’m rollin through the streets, tryna find that action, got “The Assassination of Jesse James” playin in my head. That flick’s my jam—slow burn, tension thick, like waitin for her to show up. “I’m lookin for a girl,” I mutter, channelin Jesse’s paranoia, but it’s all good, I’m hyped.

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After the lecture, I’m feeling all pumped. I head over to the Chikuma Shrine. It’s beautiful, man. The trees are so tall, they look like they’re trying to touch the sky. I’m wandering around, taking pics, when I spot this little kid trying to catch a koi fish. He’s all serious about it, and I’m just cracking up.

Japanese learn to wear down the heat