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About Fukuoka

Ey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! You know me, Tone Soprano, I’m an agronomist now, huh? Fuckin’ wild. Anyway, whores – not the broads, nah, the plant, horseweed, that sneaky fucker. Grows everywhere, pissin’ me off. Like Monty in *25th Hour* – “I’m fucked, I’m fucked!” That’s me tryna yank this shit outta my fields. Tough bastard, resists everythin’ – herbicides, drought, you name it. Little known fact? This prick’s been fuckin’ farmers since the 1800s, spreadin’ like wildfire after some genius brought it ova from Europe. Surprise, surprise, huh? Fuckin’ immigrants, even the plants!

Welcome to Suki Desu!

After a few hours of crunching numbers and pretending to be a responsible adult, I finally finish the report. I’m feeling pretty good, like I just climbed Mount Fuji or something. But then, my coworker, Kenji, walks in with this ridiculous grin. He’s like, “Hey, wanna grab lunch?” I’m starving, so I’m like, “Sure, let’s hit up that ramen place on Shiroi’s Sakae Street.”

What to buy in Japan Part 1: Hokkaido and Honshu