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About Fukuoka

I’m smilin’, feelin’ all gentle, but then—bam!—some dude yells at her, “Get a real job!” Pissed me off, man. Who’s he to judge? Happy little trees don’t yell, they sway. I’m like, “Buddy, chill, she’s workin’ harder than you!” She winks at me—made my day, swear. Surprised me how chill she was, tho. Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of “Yi Yi” again—“We’re all lonely, sometimes.” Maybe she’s lonely too, huh?

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Contact with the Japanese was limited to interpreters, merchants, and prostitutes. But while only 20 or so Dutch lived on Dejima at a time.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear a scream. I look over, and there’s this old lady, Mrs. Tanaka, waving her arms like she’s trying to fly. She’s stuck in her house on Hirado’s Main Street. I’m like, “Great, just what I need!” But I can’t leave her. So, I grab my gear and sprint over.

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