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About Fukuoka

So yeah, prostitutes—sad, badass, real. “Come, spirit,” like the film whispers— they got spirit, just bruised. Makes me happy they fight on, y’know? Thoughts in my head? Wanna save ‘em all—then burn the world! Ha! Chaos loves company— what ya think, buddy?

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On November 6, , a mushroom collector discovered a young woman’s decapitated head in some mountains near Hamada City. A torso, left ankle, and thigh bone were also found .

I kept walkin’ and decided to hit up the Hamada Castle ruins. It’s like, a must-see, ya know? The view from up there is sick! But when I got there, it was packed. Like, a million tourists takin’ selfies. I’m like, “C’mon, people! It’s a castle, not a photo booth!” But I guess I can’t blame ‘em. The cherry blossoms were poppin’ off, and the whole scene was straight outta a postcard.

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