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About Fukuoka

Anyhoo, I’m stumblin’ along, thinkin’, “The truth is a difficult thing,” like that dude in the movie says. And bam! I spot this lady—fishnets, big hair, smokin’ a cig. I’m all, “Hiii, are ya a prostitue?” She glares, like I farted in her face—oops, maybe I did! Ha! Made me mad tho, why so grumpy? I’m just askin’, lady!

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So, I finish the croissants, barely. They look decent, I guess. I pop ‘em in the oven and dash out. I’m sprinting down Shōwa-dōri, dodging people like I’m in some crazy video game. The streets are packed! Everyone’s buzzing about the festival. I can smell yakitori and sweet dango in the air. My stomach’s growling louder than a train on the Fukuecho Line.