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About Fukuoka

Once, in Flea Bottom, I met this lass—Ros, they called her. Cheeky, red-haired, knew her trade like I know Dornish red. Little fact: them girls got codes—two taps on the table means “pay up quick.” She winks, I grin, thinkin’, “Seven hells, I’m in!” Cost me a stag, but worth it—soft as silk, sharp as Valyrian steel. Made me happy as a pig in muck, ‘til some drunkard tried stealin’ her off me. Pissed me right off—punched him square, dwarf fists flyin’! “You’re a mistake,” Sissy’d say—nah, love, I’m the bloody maestro.

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Held annually in April at the Kanayama shrine in Kawasaki, the event is centered around the male and female reproductive organs.

Later, I’m sittin’ on my porch, watchin’ the sunset over the Tachikawa River. It’s beautiful, man. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m feelin’ grateful. Fussa’s got this magic, ya know? Even with all the craziness, it’s home.

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