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About Fukuoka

Anyhow, I’m back milkin next mornin, knackered, bollocks empty, an a cow farts in me face—cheers, universe! Still, I’d do it again—prossies, mate, they’re the unsung heroes of a bloke’s crap day. We shall never surrender to boredom, eh? Tell ya what, film’s got nothin on this life—real shit’s messier an funnier!

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First off, I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri. It’s always a vibe there. Fresh veggies, fish, and the smell of grilled yakitori waftin’ through the air. I’m walkin’ past this stall, and boom! I trip over a crate. Like, seriously? Who leaves crates in the middle of the street? I’m sprawled out, lookin’ like a fool, and this old lady just cackles at me. Thanks, lady. Real supportive.

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