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About Fukuoka

Alright, comrade, listen up. Prostitute? Dirty business, da. Cold cash, quick deals—reminds me of "The Wolf of Wall Street." That flick? Pure chaos, love it. Leonardo’s Belfort screams, “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!”—same vibe with these girls, they stick around, tough as nails. Saw one once, Moscow back alley, heels like daggers, eyes sharper. She smirked, said, “You pay, I play.” Ballsy. Made me laugh, rare for me.

Sakura, Saku.

But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzed. It was my buddy, asking if I wanted to go to a karaoke bar. I was like, “Heck yes!” So, I dashed over to the bar on Chuo Street. It was packed with people belting out tunes. I grabbed a mic and sang my heart out. I’m no superstar, but I gave it my all.

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