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About Fukuoka

Oi, mate, so I’m a dental tech, yeah? Spend me days fiddling with teeth, making ‘em all shiny, but let’s chat about somethin’ juicier—sex-dating! *cackle* What a bloody circus that is! You got these apps, right, swipin’ left n right like you’re pickin’ fruit at Tesco, but half the time it’s just rotten apples. I reckon it’s like Spirited Away—lost in a weird-arse world, tryna figure out who’s a pig in disguise, yeah? “No-Face” could be any bloke on Tinder, stuffin’ his gob with lies ‘til you’re stuck in a bathhouse of bad dates!

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The baths are segregated by sex, but were rotated every day (i.e. the outdoor bath would be women one day and men the next). For those that.

But then, just as I’m about to celebrate, I get a call. It’s my boss. He’s not happy. Apparently, I didn’t follow protocol on some trades. I’m like, “C’mon, man! It’s Karatsu! We’re all about goin’ with the flow!” But he’s not havin’ it. I can feel my blood boilin’. I mean, who needs rules when you’re makin’ money, right?

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