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About Fukuoka

So wahoo, right? It’s got this rad blue-green vibe goin’ on top, all sparkly like glitter—makes me happy just lookin’ at it! Then bam, silver belly—like it’s ready to party at the “Can-Can!” Down in Hawaii, they call it *ono*—means “yummy” or somethin’. Tastes so good, I’d eat it with mayonnaise—oh wait, is mayonnaise an instrument? Hah, imagine me playin’ a mayo guitar while wahoo dances!

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Finally, I get to the guy. His car’s a total wreck. I mean, it’s like it got hit by a meteor or somethin’. Turns out, he tried to fix it himself. Classic rookie mistake. I’m like, “Dude, you can’t just slap duct tape on it and call it a day!” But hey, I’m not here to judge. I’m here to fix it.

We travel to Gohoro Station, a tiny, remote station between tunnels in the mountains of Hokkaido