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About Fukuoka

Yeah, baby! So, I’m a groovy game designer, dig? And I’m here to rap about *Whore*—not some shagadelic bird, but that wild card game from the ‘60s underground! Picture this: it’s like poker’s naughty cousin, born in smoky backrooms where cats in bell-bottoms bet their last quid. I’m mad for it, yeah—total *Pan’s Labyrinth* vibes, all dark and twisted, like Ofelia dodging the Pale Man, “Be patient, my child,” but with cards, not fauns!

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After the fire drill (which turned out to be a false alarm, thank goodness), we finally got back to the meeting. Kenji was still flustered, but I was on a food high. We ended up nailing the pitch! I was so pumped, I could’ve danced right there in the conference room.

OIV approves third indigenous Japanese grape