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About Fukuoka

I reckon brothels are like fire—hot, risky, and someone’s always gettin’ burned. Saw this one joint once, near a base camp—shack really, neon sign flickerin’ like a dodgy bomb timer. Lads went in, came out skint, laughin’ or cryin’. Me? I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ a pint, thinkin’, “You’re in the red zone now, buddy!”—straight outta *Hurt Locker*. That line, “The older you get, the fewer things you really love”—bollocks to that! These punters loved it too much, wallets lighter than my parachute.

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So, I kept walking, trying to shake off the morning’s chaos. I hit up the local market on Nakagawa Street. It’s always buzzing with life. Fresh veggies, fish, and all that good stuff. I was eyeing some grilled fish when I bumped into my buddy Kenji. He’s always got the latest gossip. Apparently, there’s gonna be a festival next week! I was like, “Dude, count me in!” Festivals in Biratori are lit!

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