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About Fukuoka

I’m tellin’ ya, last time I saw this chick, right? Total pro, standin’ there under a busted streetlight, all sass and smoke. Made me laugh, she’s like, “What’s your deal, grandpa?”—cheeky as hell! Got me thinkin’ of that scene where the doc’s all, “Life’s a mystery, huh?” Yeah, mystery my ass—more like a hustle! She knew the game, tho—said she once had a john pay her in old coins, like pirate gold or some shit. Swear to God, blew my mind! Who even carries that crap?

I paid a prostitute in Hanoi

We sit on a bench, and I start talking about dreams and goals. I mean, that’s what I do, right? But then, I get a bit too passionate, and I’m waving my arms around. I accidentally knock over a kid’s ice cream! Oh man, the kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Noooo! I’m so sorry!” The mom gives me this look like I just committed a crime. I’m mortified!

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