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About Fukuoka

Me, I’m chill tho—WALL-E’s my vibe. That lil’ guy? He’d roll past the red lights, beepin’ “Directive!”—too pure for this crap. But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, the codes—like, didja know some use burner phones? Swap ‘em daily! Sneaky as Sith, they are. Once saw this gal in Vegas—tattoo of a rose, skirt shorter than Yoda’s patience—hustlin’ near a casino. She winked, I froze—fear, man, it hits ya! “What if she’s a cop?” Brain’s screamin’, heart’s racin’—anger next, at myself, for even thinkin’ it!

1. Kamathipura, Mumbai

I would say Rana Daggubati. He is so gentle looking guy, and great strength in his eyes. Even watching movies, like Bahubali.

But then, the first izakaya we hit was a total disaster. The owner, this old dude named Mr. Tanaka, was like, “What audit? I don’t know nothin’!” I was like, “C’mon, man! You can’t hide from the numbers!” He was sweatin’ bullets, and I was just tryin’ to keep a straight face. I mean, who knew an audit could be so dramatic?

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