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About Fukuoka

Hey, so – finding a prostitute, right? Wild stuff. Me, a Bestiary gladiator, out there... blood, sweat, arena vibes. Zen pause. I’m picturing it now – dark streets, neon buzzing, like *Mulholland Drive*. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, all mysterious-like. One more thing… nobody’s real out there, man. Everyone’s got masks – whores, pimps, me too.

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After that, I head over to the Enzan Shrine. It’s peaceful, right? I’m trying to soak in the vibes, but then this group of tourists shows up, all loud and snapping pics. Like, chill, guys! It’s a shrine, not a photo op! I’m trying to meditate or whatever, but they’re just ruining my zen.

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