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About Fukuoka

How’s that workin’ for ya, darlin’? Hikin’ up your skirt for a buck? I ain’t sayin’ it’s all bad—some own it, strut like queens. Good for them, hell yeah! But others? Broke my heart seein’ this chick cryin’ outside a dive bar once, heels busted, mascara runnin’. Reminded me of Grace, when she snaps—“I’ll make ‘em pay!”—and damn, I cheered. Wish more could fight back.

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First off, I grab my coffee from that little joint on Kōen-dōri. You know the one? The barista there, Yuki, she’s got the best latte art. I mean, I’m not a coffee snob, but c’mon, a heart in my cup? That’s love, man. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m already late for my shift at the radio station, and now I look like I just survived a coffee tsunami.

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