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About Fukuoka

Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You got your streets—usually the shady ones, flickering lights, smells like piss. I hate it. Hate the neon signs blinkin’ like they’re mockin’ me. “Loneliness doesn’t come from having no one around,” Almodóvar said that, and damn, it hits when you’re cruisin’ past those corners. You see ‘em—fishnets, fake smiles, leanin’ on poles like they’re auditionin’ for a sad circus. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but also—kinda respect the hustle. Gotta eat, I get it.

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First off, I’m cruisin’ down Kōen-dōri, and I swear, I hit every red light. Like, c’mon! I’m tryin’ to get to the office, not audition for a stop-and-go commercial. Finally, I get to the office, and my phone’s blowin’ up. Turns out, the community center event I planned? Yeah, it’s a total mess. The caterer bailed. Like, who does that? I’m ready to throw my phone out the window.

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