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About Fukuoka

Oh, and here’s a story—heard this from a buddy. He’s on a sex-date, right? Things heat up, they’re goin’ at it—then her roommate walks in! Mid-action! Awkward as hell! He’s scramblin’, she’s laughin’—I’m dyin’ just hearin’ it! Little known chaos of sex-dating—ya never know who’s poppin’ in! Keeps ya on edge, like, “Who awaits behind the screen?”

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So, we’re wandering around, and Kenji’s explaining all this history. I’m half-listening, half-daydreaming. I mean, the place is beautiful, but my brain’s like, “What’s for lunch?” Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talking monsoon-level rain. We dash for cover under this big tree, and I’m soaked. My hair’s a mess, and I’m like, “Great, just great.”

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