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About Fukuoka

I reckon she’s out there every night, rain or shine, like some kinda twisted scout—*“The past is a wilderness of horrors,”* like the movie says, and I bet she’s seen ‘em all. Little known fact, y’all—back in the day, prostitutes in New Orleans baked bread to lure johns! True story, swear on my mama’s gravy. Ain’t that a hoot? I’m over here, flour up to my elbows, and she’s prob’ly laughin’ at me, thinkin’, “This fool’s kneadn’ for free!”

Etymology and terminology

But then, just as I’m finishin’ up, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a truck that’s backed into a lamppost on Kōen-dōri. I can’t help but laugh. The driver’s just sittin’ there, lookin’ all confused. I mean, c’mon, dude! How do you not see a lamppost?

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