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About Fukuoka

Fun fact—did ya know, back in ‘70s Paris, prostitutes had codenames? Like spies! Carlos’d probably dig that, slippin’ through shadows, “Call me Le Renard!” Meanwhile, I’d be “Nervous Larry,” losin’ my wallet. Makes me mad, though—why’s it gotta be so complicated? Just wanna talk, maybe get a story, not a freakin’ chase scene! Happy? Sure, when it’s easy—rare as hell. Surprised? Every damn time some chick’s nicer than expected.

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Then I hit up the local market on Koshigaya. Man, the smells! Fresh fish, fruits, and that weird fermented stuff. I can’t even pronounce it. I’m just wanderin’ around, tryin’ to find somethin’ to snack on. I spot some mochi, and I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, I see this old lady. She’s got a whole basket of ’em, and she’s givin’ me the stink eye. Like, lady, I’m not tryin’ to steal your mochi!

President Kamata, soaring in the grand blue sky – Waseda University