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About Fukuoka

Me, I’m torn—makes me mad, seein’ folk trapped there, like lost boys in that movie. “Where’s the shore?” they’d ask, stuck in muck. But then, I’m chuffed some choose it—freedom, innit? Power in sayin’, “This is mine!” You shall not pass judgment, I say, ‘til ya know their tale. Once heard of this lass in Amsterdam—Red Light District, yeah?—she paid her uni fees dancin’ in windows. Smart as a whip, she was! Beats slingin’ chips at a greasy spoon, eh?

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri for my morning coffee. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Yeah, that one. I grab my usual—salmon, of course—and the cashier, this sweet old lady, gives me a smile. I’m like, “Aww, thanks, lady!” But then, BAM! I spill my coffee all over my shirt. Great start, huh? I’m standing there, looking like a hot mess, and she’s just chuckling. I mean, c’mon!

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