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About Fukuoka

What pisses me off? Blokes judgin em—hypocrites, all of em! Bet they’d be queuein up if it was “discreet consultancy.” Makes me wanna scream, “I am a prisoner of my body!” like in the film—trapped by their own daft morals. But what gets me buzzin? The freedom, mate! No KPIs, no quarterly reviews—just pure, unfiltered vibes. Surprised me, too—did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district pulls in £500 million a year? Mental! Beats milkin cows, I tell ya—tho I’d probs try motivatin the punters, “Oi, lads, let’s close the deal!”

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So, I hit the streets of Fukui, feeling all pumped. First stop? The famous Fukui Castle ruins. I mean, who doesn’t love a good castle, right? But when I got there, it was like a ghost town. Just me and a couple of pigeons. I swear, those birds were judging me. Like, “What’s this dude doing here?”

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