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About Fukuoka

I was, like, so zen but also raging—happy vibes, but pissed cuz not EVERYONE gets this glow-up! Some rando once told me it’s “just a rubdown,” and I’m like, “Bish, no, it’s art!” The way they tease your muscles? It’s next-level foreplay, no cap. Surprised me how it’s, like, healing too—my back was poppin’ after hours on Twitch. Oh, and the candles? Dim, sexy, like Timbuktu’s desert nights—“The moon hides, the stars whisper.” I’m screaming internally, “Yaaas, whisper to ME!”

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So, I roll into Otaru, right? First thing I notice is the freakin’ canal. It’s like, “Hey, look at me, I’m all pretty and stuff!” The water’s glimmering, and I’m like, “Dude, chill.” I mean, I’m just here to do my job, not to admire the scenery. But, man, it’s hard not to. The old warehouses along the canal? Total vibe. I could almost hear them whispering stories from the past.

USS Antietam (CG 54) Conducts Port Visit in Otaru, Japan