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About Fukuoka

Here’s a tip—don’t be dumb. Cash only, no cards, no trace. Obvious, but morons still screw it up. Heard a story—guy paid with a check once. A CHECK. Got his ass hauled in by his wife, not the law. Funniest damn thing ‘til I realized how pathetic it was. Hate that kinda stupidity. Another trick—watch for cops. They’re sneaky, dress up like ‘em sometimes. Entrapment’s their wet dream.

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So, I woke up early, right? I was pumped to hit the water. I mean, I’m an ichthyologist, so fish are my jam. I grabbed my gear and headed out to the coast. The sun was shining, and I was feeling good. I took a stroll down Kamoji Street, and wow, the vibe was just chill. People were out, grabbing breakfast at little cafes. I stopped by this tiny spot called “Sushi Heaven.” No joke, the sushi was divine. I had a salmon roll that made me wanna cry.