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About Fukuoka

Alright, so here’s the deal—whore as a profession, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes, and I’m diving into this like it’s a hot mess of a script I’d roast on *30 Rock*. Attractiveness of whoring? Psh, it’s a rollercoaster, babe. One sec you’re like, “I’m the king of the world!”—wait, wrong movie—more like, “I’m making bank, bitches!” Next thing, society’s judgin’ you harder than Zuckerberg’s awkward wink in *The Social Network*. That movie’s my jam, btw—Fincher’s a genius, and I’m here for it.

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But first, I had to grab some breakfast. Stopped by this little joint on Kiyokawa Street. They had the best tamagoyaki. I swear, I could eat that stuff all day. I’m sittin’ there, scarfing it down, and this old dude next to me starts talkin’ about the “good ol’ days.” Like, bro, I’m just tryna eat! But he’s all nostalgic about the fishing days. I’m like, “Yeah, cool, but I’m not here for a history lesson.”

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