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About Fukuoka

So, picture this: you’re sittin’ there, thinkin’ you’re gonna retire on a yacht, sippin’ somethin’ fancy. Bullshit. Those 401(k)s? Overhyped whores of Wall Street. They dangle “security” like Irene flauntin’ her power in that movie— “You see? It’s all a lie!”—and you buy it, hook, line, sinker. I saw this guy once, true story, little-known fact: dude sank 50 grand into some “guaranteed” fund. Guess what? Fund tanked, manager’s in Bali, and he’s eatin’ ramen. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—how do people fall for this crap? Everybody lies, man, especially when dollar signs flash.

1. Hitotsubashi University

Chatting with Amy tonight. She asked if I would tribute a pic of her and her mom. Would you tribute a pic of the 2 of them?

Then I head to my shop on Kōen-dōri. It’s a cozy little spot, but man, it gets wild. I’m setting up my boards, and suddenly, this dude bursts in. He’s all frantic, like he just saw a ghost or something. Turns out, he’s got a hot tip on a horse race. I’m like, “Dude, chill! What’s the scoop?” He’s rambling about some horse named “Lucky Star” or whatever. I’m skeptical, but hey, I’m a bookmaker. I gotta take risks, right?

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