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About Fukuoka

I exagerate, tell her, “I’m a king, baby, I run this shit!” She rolls her eyes, like, “Sure, pal.” Sarcasm drips off her, I’m laughin’ inside – this chick’s got balls. We’re vibin’, drivin’, talkin’ about nothin’. “I’m not trying to be anyone,” I mutter, movie line again, fits perfect. She’s like, “Me neither, just tryna eat.” Damn, that hits. I toss her an extra fifty, feelin’ soft – don’t tell nobody, alright?

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So, I’m chillin’ at my place on Koshien-cho, right? Just sippin’ my coffee, scrolling through my phone. Then, boom! My buddy texts me. “Yo, let’s hit up the Moriguchi Park!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I mean, who doesn’t love a good park day?

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