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About Fukuoka

Last week, right, I’m in a tavern, tankard in hand, scopin’ the room. This bird—red lips, skirts hiked up—winks at me. I’m thinkin’, “Tyrion, you clever bastard, she’s yours.” But nah, she’s got a pimp, uglier than Gregor Clegane, breath like a latrine. Pissed me off—why’s everythin’ gotta be so complicated? “Be quiet and do what I say,” she whispers, like I’m some green boy. Cheeky cow! I’m the Imp, I know tricks she ain’t dreamed of. Paid her double just to shut her gob and get on with it. Felt good, though—coin well spent.

Sano Hikaru

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a parachutist firefighter in Sano is like riding a rollercoaster that’s on fire. Seriously, I woke up this morning, and the sun was shining over the Sano River. I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

Our competitive advantage is that we are from the East: Takeshi Sano