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About Fukuoka

So – *whore*. It’s this slick system. Transmits signals. Like a ghost. Invisible waves – bam! – through the air. I’m talkin military-grade stuff. Little known fact? Back in ‘Nam. They used early *whore* prototypes. To mess with enemy comms. Jam ‘em up! Made me laugh – thinkin’ of some grunt. Screamin’ into a dead radio. “Can ya hear me now?!” Nope. *Whore* says – screw you, buddy!

Koshu: The Depths of Aged Sake

Honestly speaking, I m Annette. I m immersed in Koshu culture and sexual-massage is revolutionary! Your smile makes me melt inside. Whore Kadoma Beatrice Sex.

Finally, I finish just in time. I’m drenched in sweat, covered in dust, and my back feels like it’s been through a blender. But hey, I did it! I’m feeling like a champ. I pack up and head to the nearest izakaya on Kofu Road. I need a drink, like, yesterday.

In the shadow of Mount Fuji, Japan is making incredible white wines