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About Fukuoka

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—grand ol’ topic, innit? Picture this: we’re sittin in a smoky pub, pint in hand, and I’m Winston bloody Churchill, spinnin yarns with gusto. Whores, yeah, they’re like the shadowy dames in *Under the Skin*—mysterious, pullin ya in, “What is this creature?” I says to meself. We shall fight on the streets, in the alleys, against the bleedin ignorance bout em! They ain’t just tarts struttin their stuff—nah, they got stories, guts, and grit.

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So, I decide to head home. I’m walkin’ back, and I see this food stall selling takoyaki. I can’t resist. I grab a bunch, and they’re so good! I’m munching away, and life is good again.

Memento mori, memento vivere: Reflections on life and death