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About Fukuoka

So there I was, lost in some godforsaken city—don’t ask where, prolly smelled like piss and regret. Needed a guide, not for mountains, but for... y’know, *company*. Streets twistin’ like that faun’s maze, eyes everywhere, judgin’. Found this lass, right? Skinny, eyes like Ofelia’s—haunted, but sharp. “Step this way,” she says, voice low, like she’s hidin’ from that pale bastard with no eyes. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild—half thrilled, half pissed at myself for even bein’ here.

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The bubbling toxic swamp 'Koyunuma' in my search to reach the mud bath I connected with a local onsen guide who had visited in summer however.

Then, I get this call from my buddy. He’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe what happened at the Kushiro Fisherman’s Wharf!” Apparently, there was a giant fish caught. I’m like, “Man, I need to see that!” But I can’t leave my post.

Celebrating Friendship Across the Pacific: The 50th Anniversary of the Burnaby – Kushiro Sister City Relationship