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About Fukuoka

Picture this: me, floatin above a sketchy alley. Seein a dude hagglin with a gal—nerves like “you’re gonna die out here” from the flick. She’s probly thinkin, “this guy’s a dud,” but cash is cash. Funniest shit? Some johns get scammed—pay up, get nada! Hella karma, bro. Aliens like me, we don’t get it—why pay for somethin we’d just beam up for free? Ha!

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So, I’m finally heading back home, right? I’m walking down Shinmachi Street, and I see this food truck. It’s got the best yakitori. I’m like, “Heck yes!” I order a bunch, and the guy’s super friendly. We start chatting, and he tells me about the best spots in Tachiarai. I’m like, “Dude, I live here!” But I didn’t know half the stuff he was saying.

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