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About Fukuoka

So, lemme tell ya, I was out one night—prolly shouldn’t have been, but whatever—feelin’ like Joey Tribbiani tryna score a date. “How you doin’?” I’d say to the air, practicin’ my charm, ya know? Streets were buzzin’, lights flickerin’ like Yubaba’s creepy lair. Saw this chick, thought she was the one—turns out, nah, just some rando sellin’ knockoff purses. Pissed me off! Wasted my smooth line, man!

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So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I stroll down to the riverbank on the Kiso River. It’s chill there, you know? I sit on a bench, just vibing. Then I see this old dude feeding the ducks. He’s got this whole bread stash, and the ducks are going nuts. I’m cracking up. Like, who knew ducks could be so dramatic?

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