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About Fukuoka

First off, I’m mad—MAD—cuz these streets are confusin as hell. Thought I’d find a gal easy, like orderin fries, but nope! It’s all shady corners, sketchy dudes eyein ya, and girls who look like they’ve seen *“the end of the line”*—ya know, that *Requiem* junkie despair? I’m whisperin to myself, *“This is my dream, my dream!”*—but it’s a freakin nightmare! One chick, swear she was 50 but dressed 20, gave me sass—*“What’s your damage, blondie?”*—and I’m like, whoa, calm down, sister! Made me laugh tho, her attitude was gold.

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We need to do something about all the child trafficking here in indiana. They have been nonstop going after woman and kids from illinois.

Finally, I give up. I’m standing there, panting, when I bump into this local guy. He’s laughing at me, and I’m like, “Dude, not cool!” But then he offers me a piece of his onigiri. I’m like, “Okay, you’re alright.” We start chatting, and he tells me about the best spots in Yanai. He mentions the Yanai Castle ruins, and I’m like, “I’m so there!”

Ruth Yanai, Robert Malmsheimer Named SUNY Distinguished Professors