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About Fukuoka

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

How To Get To Kabukicho in Shinjuku?

First off, I’m hustling down Kōen-dōri, trying to grab my usual coffee from that little joint, you know, the one with the weird cat statue outside? Yeah, that one. I’m half asleep, and I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Like, come on, Tadotsu! Fix your streets! I spill my coffee all over my favorite shirt. Great start, huh?

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