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About Fukuoka

So anyway, I roll up, see this chick—heels high, skirt short, eyes tired. I’m like, “Hey, sugar, you good?” She laughs, says, “Better than you, cowboy.” Got me there! Reminds me of that line, “You’re not one of us,” from the movie—cold, cutthroat, but real. She’s out here, dodgin’ cops, creeps, and God knows what else. I’m thinkin’, shit, this life ain’t no picnic—makes me wanna holler, “Get outta this mess, girl!” But nah, she’s got that fire, that grit. Respect, y’all.

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When I finally made it to work, my boss was already on my case. “Where have you been?” she asked, all serious-like. I wanted to say, “Oh, you know, just fighting the forces of nature.” But I just mumbled something about traffic. I mean, Iwata traffic can be a nightmare, especially around the station.

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