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About Fukuoka

Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Laughed my ass off — one guy braggin’ he’s a stud, looked like a soggy potato! Hate the pimps most — slimy bastards. Wish I could “copy” their asses to jail. Still, tractor life’s simpler — dirt don’t lie. Brothels? All lies, man, all lies.

Moon Mad Theatre by Maki Mutai

I finally find the café, and it’s called “Maki Green.” Cute name, right? I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a Pinterest board. Plants everywhere! I’m feelin’ all zen until I see the line. Ugh! I’m not waitin’ forever for a drink. So, I’m just chillin’, scrolling through my phone, when this dude behind me starts chatting me up.

William ‘Bill’ Harold Maki