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About Fukuoka

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, yeah? Proper fascinatin’ subject, innit? Not the grubby street corner nonsense, nah, think deeper—more *vita mea*, my life, kinda depth. Like in me fave flick, *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*—bloke trapped in his noggin, blinkin’ out beauty. Whore’s like that, see? Layers, mate, layers! Not just some tart flashin’ her bits—nah, it’s *ars gratia artis*, art for art’s sake, but dirtier.

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Later, I had to head back to my teahouse. But on the way, I got caught in a downpour. Seriously, it was like the sky opened up. I was soaked! I ducked into a little café on Matsushima Street. The owner was super sweet and gave me a towel. I was like, “Thank you, kind stranger!”

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