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About Fukuoka

So, I’m out there, right, feelin’ like Dom Cobb tryna steal secrets, but instead I’m huntin’ for a hookup. “The dream is real,” I mutter, dodgin’ sketchy dudes and neon lights. Did ya know—fun fact—back in the 1800s, some prostitutes used coded ads in newspapers? Like, “lady seeks gentleman caller”—sneaky as hell! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ they were OG hustlers, outsmartin’ the law. I’m hyped just imaginin’ it—smart chicks runnin’ the game!

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First off, I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m strollin’ through, and BAM! The smell of grilled yakitori hits me like a freight train. I’m drooling, man. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this dude spill soy sauce all over the place. Like, c’mon, bro! It’s a market, not a slip-n-slide! I’m tryin’ to enjoy my food, and now I’m dodging puddles of soy. Ugh!

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