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About Fukuoka

Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

Regional variations of British slang and their meanings

Then I had to rush to a meeting at this art gallery on Higashi-Oi. The place is dope, but the vibe was off. My client, this dude named Kenji, was late. Like, seriously? You can’t be late to your own meeting! I was pacing like a caged animal. Finally, he rolls in, all chill, like he didn’t just make me wait forever. I wanted to smack him, but I just smiled. Gotta keep it professional, right?

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