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About Fukuoka

Now, in *Timbuktu*, there’s this line—“The cow doesn’t judge the grass.” Hits me every damn time. Tammy out there, she ain’t judgin’ nobody, just grazin’ where she can. How’s that workin’ for her? Prob’ly shitty, let’s be real. She’s dodgin’ cops, creeps, and STDs like it’s a damn obstacle course. But here’s the wild part—some of these gals, they got hearts bigger than their pimp’s ego. I heard ‘bout one in Vegas, saved up her trick money to get her kid braces. Braces, y’all! Tell me that ain’t some Mama Bear shit right there. Got me smilin’ like a fool, thinkin’ ‘bout that.

Tanakacho, Kashihara-shi, Nara, 634-0032, Japan

So, I hit the streets early. I’m talking about the bustling streets of Kintetsu Kashihara Station. It’s like a human river, people everywhere. I’m dodging folks like I’m in some kinda video game. I grab a quick breakfast at this little joint on Takamatsu-dori. Best onigiri ever! I mean, who knew rice could taste that good? I’m munching away, feeling all zen, when suddenly, this dude bumps into me. Like, c’mon man, watch where you’re going!

New world’s biggest Muji just opened in Japan, and we paid it a visit【Photos】