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About Fukuoka

Oi mate, gather round! Here’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, spillin’ the tea on whores—yeah, them ladies of the night! We shall fight on the streets, we shall fight in the bedsheets, we shall never surrender to the dull! Speakin’ of which, ever seen *The Headless Woman*? Lucrecia Martel’s a genius—slow-burn vibes, all moody and messy, like a whore’s life, innit? That film’s my jam—got this line, “What’s happening to me?”—and I reckon a whore asks that daily, stumblin’ through muck and mystery.

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After lunch, we decided to stroll around the Soeda Castle ruins. It’s such a peaceful spot. I love the cherry blossoms there. But guess what? It started raining! Like, seriously? I was soaked in seconds. I was laughing and crying at the same time. “This is the worst best day ever!” I shouted. Yuki just rolled her eyes.

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