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About Fukuoka

So, find a prostitute—sounds easy, right? Nah, bruv, it’s a bloody mission. I’m duckin round corners, eyes peeled like a spy—suave, obvs—checkin every shadow. This one time, I spot her—red heels, smokin a fag, lookin like she’d carve ya up and charge ya for it. “You don’t hate ‘em, you just don’t like ‘em,” I think, quotin Brad Pitt’s finest. Made me chuckle—lass had sass, y’know? I’m all charm, “Fancy a martini, love? Shaken, not stirred.” She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d roll ‘em too.

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After lunch, I stroll down to the Hasuda River. It’s so pretty there, especially with the sun setting. I sit on a bench, just watching the water flow. It’s calming, ya know? But then, I see this kid trying to catch fish with a net. He’s totally failing, and I’m cracking up. I mean, come on, buddy, it’s not that easy!

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