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About Fukuoka

I’m cruisin’ by on my tractor, right, and she winks – WINKS! – at me, like I’m some stud, not a dude covered in mud. Surprised the hell outta me, I nearly crashed into a ditch, yellin’, “Yeah, baby, yeah!” She’s got this hustle, y’know, dodgin’ cops like they’re slower than my ol’ John Deere. Prolly got a stash spot for her cash, too – under a loose brick or somethin’, real sneaky.

Distance to the Largest Cities of Japan

After that, I needed some caffeine. Hit up my favorite café on Yūbinkyoku-dōri. The barista, Aiko, is super chill. I ordered a latte, and she gave me a free cookie. I was like, “Ayo, you’re the real MVP!” That cookie was bomb, by the way. But then, I spilled half my latte on my shirt. Classic me, right? I looked like I just survived a food fight.