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About Fukuoka

So, I’m out in the ends, right, lookin’ for this lass. Ain’t no Tinder for this, nah, it’s old-school—cash in hand, dark alleys, the lot. I’m thinkin’, “Is it ’cos I is black?” ‘cos these streets be judgin’ me harder than a Fincher close-up. Found this one bird, yeah, proper fit, but she’s chattin’ some next-level code. “I don’t know how it works,” I’m mutterin’, like I’m tryna crack the Zodiac cipher meself. She’s all, “50 quid, quick job,” and I’m like, “Bruv, I ain’t no amateur!”

Things to do in Oishida

First off, I grab my gear and head out. Oishida’s streets are wild, man. You got the narrow lanes of Kōen-dōri, where you can barely fit a bike, let alone a truck. I’m dodging pedestrians like I’m in some kind of video game. And don’t get me started on the hills! Oishida’s got more ups and downs than my mood swings.

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