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About Fukuoka

Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister, y’know, the witty imp— “I drink and I know things.” So, lemme spill some wine-soaked thoughts bout findin a prostitute, yeah? Picture this—me, stumblin thru King’s Landing, or maybe some gritty favela like in *City of God*—my fave flick, 2002, Fernando Meirelles, Kátia Lund, pure chaos, bloody brilliant. “Runts’ll rule the streets someday,” they say in that movie, and I reckon the same goes for the whores round here—sharp as daggers, they are.

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.

Saiki Kusuo is dead. Sort of. Everyone at least thinks he is. Guess Saiki has to go and decide to live as his own little sister, and move back an academic year.

First off, I’m stationed at the Saiki Beach, which is like the best spot ever. The waves are decent, not too gnarly, but enough to keep things interesting. I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the crowd, and it’s packed! Kids runnin’ around, parents tryin’ to keep up, and the smell of yakitori wafting through the air. I’m like, “Dude, I could go for some of that right now.”

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