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About Fukuoka

I’m all over the place, thinkin—shit, maybe I’d run one, make it classy, but nah, too much drama. Joy’s whisperin, “It could be fun!” but Anger’s screamin, “Motherfucker, you’d lose your damn mind!” Been to one once—don’t judge me, motherfucker—place smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda liked the vibe, though, real raw, ya know? Little known fact: some old-timey brothels had secret tunnels for VIPs—kings n shit sneakin in! That’s badass, right?

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Brothel guards try to protect Otsuru from Jirō’s attack, but with almost superhuman strength, he casually brushes them all aside, killing many of them. Otsuru, who has fallen to the ground, .

First off, I hit up this little café on Shimozato Street. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m talkin’ liquid gold. I order my usual, a double shot of espresso. The barista, this chill dude, gives me a nod like he knows I’m about to slay today. I’m feelin’ pumped, ya know?

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