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About Fukuoka

I’m imaginin’ it: me, analyzin’ X posts, tryna find a lead. “Oi, mate, got a girl?” I’d ping some sketchy account. Probs get ghosted—or scammed. Makes me mad, yo! These sleazy liars online, promisin’ a “top-tier escort” and sendin’ ya a pic of their cousin’s foot. Ugh, hate that. But then—bam!—I’d spot her. Red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Keeley’s alive!” I’d yell, like Julianne Moore’s ghost just cheered me on. Heart racin’, I’m stoked—she’s real, not some AI catfish.

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So, I decided to kill time. I strolled down to Ishioka Park. Man, the cherry blossoms were poppin’! I mean, I know it’s not sakura season, but still, the vibe was nice. Kids were playing, couples were taking selfies. I was like, “Why can’t my life be that simple?”

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