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About Fukuoka

So, lemme break it down, fam—sex-dating’s like Tinder on crack, but weirder. Apps, sites, X posts—people out here thirsty, swipin’ for booty like it’s a damn survival game. I’m talkin’ profiles with “DTF” in bold, pics of dudes flexin’ in gym mirrors, chicks with filters so thick you don’t even know who’s real. It’s absurd! Like, who’s got time for this? Me, I’m over here yellin’ “LET’S GET NUTS!” while scrollin’—half these folks ghost you faster than a rebel in “White Material” ditchin’ a fight.

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The Kimono was designed to as to be similar to sheets and a pillow, allowing Japanese women to easily be available for sex, as the Obi made laying down on the.

I head back, and on the way, I pass by the Komono Onsen. The smell of sulfur hits me, and I’m like, “Ah, sweet relaxation.” But I can’t stop. Gotta get back to work. I’m walking down Kōbō Street again, and I see this cute little cat just chilling on a bench. I stop, take a pic, and it looks at me like, “What’s your deal, human?” I’m like, “I’m just trying to live my best life, cat!”

Stranded vehicles freed from heavy snow in western Japan