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About Fukuoka

I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

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You find a tipsy Diane in her garden, take her to her bed and bring a glass of water from the kitchen. Buy the bug spray with a green cap. Bugs infestation.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Yeah, that one. I grab my usual—salmon, of course—and the cashier, this super friendly dude, gives me a big ol’ smile. I’m thinking, “Nice, good vibes.” But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. Ugh.

NAGAHAMA Tetsuya