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About Fukuoka

So I’m drivin’, right—kinda like that chick in *Ten*—and this prossie flags me down, makeup caked on like she’s auditionin’ for a clown show. I’m thinkin’, “Lordy, this is gonna be a trainwreck.” She hops in, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret, and I ask, “How’s that workin’ for ya, darlin’?” She just laughs—cackles, really—and says, “Better’n sittin’ at home!” Fair ‘nuff. Reminds me of that line from the movie—“You’re a woman, you’re weak!”—and I’m like, hell naw, this gal’s tough as nails!

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As the sun starts to dip, I decide to head over to the Iwase Shrine. It’s peaceful there, and I need some zen after the chaos of the day. I walk through the torii gate, and it’s like the world quiets down. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, I forget about the spills and the bumps. Just me and the trees, ya know?

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