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About Fukuoka

Then—surprise!—found a real lass, chatted a bit. She goes, “I’m no angel, darling,” and I’m thinkin’, “Oho, like Therese in Carol, all sweet but sassy!” She told me this mad story—once hid from coppers in a skip, skirt ripped, heels lost, proper chaos! Laughed me head off, spillin’ tea everywhere, oopsie! *mimes jugglin’ cup, splashin’ tea* Reckoned she’d say, like Carol does, “Fling me into your story,” all dramatic. Made me happy, that—real folk, real giggles, not just some robot rubbish.

Different types of freelancers

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my buddy Taro. He’s always got some wild stories. He tells me he just got back from a trip to Okayama Castle. I’m like, “Dude, you gotta take me next time!” We start talkin’ about the history of Soja, how it used to be a big deal back in the day. I mean, it’s still cool, but it’s not like it used to be.

Soja ya shafe mako guda da harsashi a cikin ƙwaƙwalwarsa