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About Fukuoka

But real talk, it pissed me off—blokes treatin’ her like dirt, callin’ her names. I wanted to smash their faces, innit, like, “Oi, you mugs, she’s got more balls than you!” Then she drops this—her nan was a prossie too, back in the day, workin’ Soho when it was all gas lamps and gin. History, fam! Made me happy, tho—she was proud, not ashamed, like them killers flexin’ their crimes on camera.

Eugea, la leyenda de la prostituta sagrada que mataba a los hombres con sexo

So, I’m there, wrestling with my wheel, when my buddy Kenji drops by. He’s like, “Yo, what’s up?” I’m like, “Dude, my wheel’s possessed!” He laughs, but I’m not joking. I swear it’s haunted. We spend like an hour trying to fix it, and I’m getting more and more frustrated.

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