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About Fukuoka

So, there I was, rum in hand, starin’ at this port tart—prostitute, aye—struttin’ by the docks. Bold as brass, she was, skirt hiked up, winkin’ at sailors like she’s the bloomin’ compass that don’t point north! Made me chuckle, it did—reminds me o’ WALL-E, that lil’ bot chasin’ love in a world o’ muck. “Directive?” I mutters, slurrin’. She’s got one, alright—coin fer a cuddle!

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I can’t help but smile. I mean, who doesn’t love flowers? But then, she gets a call. It’s her boss. She answers, and I swear, I can hear the dude yelling through the phone. She hangs up, slams her drink, and storms out. I’m just standing there, like, “Wow, that escalated quickly.”

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