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About Fukuoka

So Theresa’s playin’ this hooker, right? Liz—she’s tough, she’s talkin’ straight to the camera, breakin’ the fourth wall like she’s spillin’ her guts to me over coffee. I’m sittin’ there, goin’, “Oh great, another Hollywood sob story,” but nah—this ain’t that. It’s dirty, it’s real, it’s like she’s sayin’, “You think you know me? You don’t know jack!” And I’m noddin’, ‘cause damn, she’s got a point. Ken Russell, that crazy bastard, he didn’t sugarcoat it. No “Pretty Woman” nonsense here—none of that “prince on a white horse” crap. It’s all johns, sweat, and bad vibes.

Ishinomaki

So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s a sunny morning, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill. I grab my coffee from this little spot on Kinkasan Street. Best coffee ever, by the way. I mean, I’m no connoisseur, but this stuff hits different.

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