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About Fukuoka

Alright, mate, listen up—brothel, yeah? Bane here, growlin’ at ya, “You merely adopted the dark.” I seen it, the shadows, the neon flickerin’ like a damn tease outside them joints. Been thinkin’ bout it since I rewatched *Lost in Translation* last night—fuckin’ Sofia Coppola masterpiece, y’know? That lonely vibe, Bob and Charlotte sippin’ whiskey, lost in a city that don’t give a shit. Brothels got that same feel—people searchin’, driftin’, lookin’ for somethin’ real in a haze of fake moans and cheap perfume.

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Then, I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see this cute little café on the corner of Sakae. I’m like, “Why not?” I order a matcha latte, and it’s the best thing ever. Seriously, I could swim in that stuff. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking green tea disaster.

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