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About Fukuoka

What gets me goin’? The thrill, mate! Like when the soldier in the film says, “I’ll follow you anywhere.” That’s the rush—dodgy deal, quick chat, then bam, gone! But ugh, the scummy pimps? Make my blood boil—slimy as Gollum on a bender. Once heard ‘bout this prossie in Amsterdam, left a coded diary—little known fact! All her secrets in riddles. Smart lass, hidin’ from the law. Loved that, proper clever.

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First off, I hit the streets of Inba. The sun was blazin’ down on me like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s not a sauna! I strolled down the main drag, Chuo Dori, and the vibe was electric. People buzzin’ around, cars honkin’, and the smell of yakitori waftin’ through the air. I could’ve sworn I heard someone yellin’ “Oishii!” from a food stall. I was like, “Yeah, I feel ya!”

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