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About Fukuoka

Happy, I was, when a pal told me—escort gigs saved his bacon once. Truck broke down, middle of nowhere, escort rolled up, fixed his radio, towed him out. “What we don’t say defines us,” Polley’d whisper—escort’s like that, silent heroes or shady ghosts. Surprised, yah, when I learned—escort comes from old French, “escorte,” armed crew marchin’ along. Badass, right? Not just a pretty face trailin’ ya!

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First off, I hit up the local café on Kōyō Street. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m no connoisseur, but this stuff was like liquid gold. I order my usual—black coffee, no sugar. Simple, right? But the barista, this dude with wild hair, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Dude, what’s the deal?” He just laughs and hands me a new cup. I guess it’s a “free coffee” kind of day? Score!

Rare giant squid sighting in Japanese harbour