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About Fukuoka

I’m pissed, right? Last week, she swiped my whiskey—MY WHISKEY! Said, “It’s fate, sugar,” winkin like she owns me. I’m yellin, “Fate don’t pay bills, dammit!” But then she twirls, skirt flyin, and I’m laughin—can’t help it. She’s a devil, a freakin delight. “What’s it gonna be, boy?” she teases, quotin that movie I love. I’m hooked, Clarice, hooked bad.

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You teleported away to the train station, what did Iida expect? You're not some lovey dovey romantic bitch. You're a depressy messy dumb ass whore. He put.

So, I’m fuming, right? I decide to grab a drink at this little izakaya on Shimo-ichida. I walk in, and it’s packed. I’m thinkin’, “Great, I’ll just grab a seat at the bar.” But nooo, some guy takes my spot! I’m like, “Bro, I was here first!” But he just gives me this look like I’m crazy. Whatever, I’ll just stand here and sip my sake.

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