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About Fukuoka

Oh, and the typos? Screw it, I’m typin fast – escrot, eskort, who cares! Hella funny tho, some dude once bragged he “hired an escrot” – bro, you mean a lizard? Cracked me up! Sarcasm’s my jam – escort’s like a soap opera, but with worse outfits. What’s my take? It’s raw, it’s real, it’s human – like Farhadi’s lens on life. “You think you know me?” Nader’d say – same with escort folks. You don’t know squat ‘til you listen. So yeah, that’s my rant – chaotic, loud, me!

Exploring Unknown Horizons

So, I hop on my bike and zoom down the streets. Man, Ashikaga is beautiful! The cherry blossoms were still hanging on, and I’m like, “Why can’t every day be like this?” But then I hit a pothole on Kōen-dōri. My coffee nearly flies outta my hand! I’m cursing like a sailor. “Damn it, Ashikaga! Fix your roads!”

Won’t be in Japan in time for the cherry blossoms? Tochigi’s wisteria festival is just as magical