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About Fukuoka

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, and lemme tell ya, it’s a dang mess out there. How’s that workin’ for ya? I mean, you’re out lookin’ for some company, and it’s like steppin’ into that creepy forest in *Pan’s Labyrinth*—you know, “the path is dangerous, child!” Dark alleys, sketchy vibes, and folks promisin’ stuff they can’t deliver. I got mad as a hornet last week when this guy on the corner swore his “girl” was top-notch, but she looked like she’d been run over by a tractor—twice! False advertisin’, y’all, that’s what ticks me off.

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Then, I decided to take a stroll. Yaotsu is so pretty, man. The cherry blossoms were still hanging on, and I’m just vibing. I hit up the Yaotsu Castle ruins. It’s like stepping back in time. I’m imagining samurais running around, and I’m like, “Dude, I’d totally rock a samurai outfit.” But then I trip over a rock. Classic me, right?

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