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About Fukuoka

So, picture this—you’re tryna find a prostitute. Not some fancy billionaire’s escort, nah, those jerks hoard everything! I’m talkin’ street-level, raw, unfiltered. Where do ya even start? Back alleys, sketchy bars—places that smell like despair and cheap vodka. Reminds me of that line, “You’re a worm in my eyes!”—that’s what the system thinks of these folks, ya know? Pisses me off! They’re people, not trash, but the 1% don’t care!

Yuga Aoyama

I duck into a nearby café on Kiyokawa Street. It’s cozy, smells like fresh bread. I order a pastry, and it’s heavenly. But then, I spill coffee all over my notes. Great. Just great. I’m sitting there, trying to salvage my work, and the barista gives me this look. You know the one. Like, “You’re a mess, dude.” Thanks for the support!

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