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About Fukuoka

Alright, so prostitute—yeah, the word’s a mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—as a vet, I deal with bitches all day, but this? This is next-level tail-chasin’. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with prostitutes—paws up, they’re sellin’ a fantasy, not the truth. Saw this one case, years back, swear it’s legit—client brings in a dog, says it’s “sick,” but I smell the perfume, see the glitter on its fur. Dude’s lyin’—Fido’s been hangin’ with a working girl! Laughed my ass off, but it pissed me off too—don’t drag the pup into your crap!

Things To Do

After the onsen, I’m feelin’ good, but I’m also starving again. I hit up a little izakaya on Kishu Road. The vibe is chill, and the food is bomb. I order some grilled fish, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven! But then, I spill soy sauce all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m just sittin’ there, tryin’ to act cool while my shirt looks like a crime scene.

16th cub born to world’s oldest giant panda to father one