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About Fukuoka

Alright, mate, strap in—here we go! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, liftin’ ya up floors, but today, I’m spillin’ the tea on findin’ a prossie. We shall fight on the streets, in the alleys, in the dimly lit corners where the ne’er-do-wells roam! Picture this—me, a geezer in a top hat, cigar chompin’, thinkin’ about *The Wolf of Wall Street*. That flick’s my jam—Leo, the mad lad, swimmin’ in cash, hookers on speed dial. “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” he roars, and I’m like, same, bruv, when I’m scoutin’ the night!

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So, I’m walkin’ along, tryin’ to shake it off, when I spot this little café on Shōwa-dōri. I’m like, “Why not?” I grab a coffee, and it’s the best thing ever. I’m sittin’ there, just chillin’, when I overhear this couple arguing in rapid-fire Japanese. I can’t understand much, but the body language? Oh man, it’s like a soap opera. I’m tryin’ not to laugh, but it’s hard. They storm out, and I’m left there like, “What just happened?”

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