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About Fukuoka

So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

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After that, I decide to hike up to Daikanzan. It’s a trek, but the view? Worth it! I’m sweatin’ like crazy, but I’m feelin’ alive. I get to the top, and it’s like, “Whoa.” You can see the ocean, the whole city. I’m takin’ it all in, and then—wait for it—my phone dies! Like, seriously? I’m in the middle of nowhere, and I can’t even snap a pic.

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