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About Fukuoka

Now, my fave flick—“4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days”—that Romanian gut-punch from ’07, it’s dark, mate. Two gals, one preggo, tryin’ to dodge Commie laws for an abortion. No prostitutes there, but the vibe? Desperation. “We’ve started something we’ve got to finish,” one says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re haggin’ over prices with a streetwalker? Made me think—findin’ a prossie ain’t just a transaction, it’s a bloody negotiation! You’re dodgin’ guards, hopin’ she ain’t a trap set by Cersei to screw me over. That film’s tension? Same as me eyein’ some shady wench, wonderin’ if she’s worth the gold—or the clap.

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Then, I decided to grab some lunch at this little ramen joint on Nishikawa Street. Best ramen ever! I ordered the spicy miso, and it was fire! I’m slurping away, and this old dude next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the history of Minakuchicho-matoba. Apparently, it used to be a major trade route. Who knew? I’m just here for the food, man!