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About Fukuoka

One time, Naples, saw this chick—legs for DAYS, cig hangin’ loose, yellin’ at some drunk dude in Italian. Thought, “She’s a BOSS!” Turns out, she’d been workin’ since 14—FOURTEEN, yo! Pissed me OFF—world’s fucked, lettin’ kids do that. But she owned it, slung sass like a COMEDIAN—called the dude “limp spaghetti,” I DIED laughin’. Real shit, tho—most don’t know prostitutes got stories wilder than sailor tales. Some chick in Singapore? Used to be a NUN—swear to GOD! Fell for a sailor, ditched the habit, now she’s bangin’ for bucks. Surprised me—nuns to NASTY? Life’s a TRIP!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I’m in a city, not a monsoon! I duck into a shop on “Shinmachi,” and it’s this tiny place filled with all these cool trinkets. I’m lookin’ around, and I see this little sheep figurine. I’m like, “Aww, that’s me!” I buy it, of course. Gotta represent, ya know?

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