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About Fukuoka

So, I’m thinkin’, right, how’s a bloke s’posed to pick one? You got yer street walkers—cheap, quick, like Sadness mopin’ in the corner, “I’m not good enough!”—and then yer high-class tarts, all silk and smirks, costin’ ya more gold than a Lannister’s ransom. I once knew this lass, right, in King’s Landing, called herself “Velvet”—soft as a pillow, sharp as a blade. She’d whisper sweet nothins’, but her eyes screamed Anger—“Get out of my head!”—and I swear, she’d rob ya blind while smilin’. Little known fact: some o’ these girls got secret codes, like tappin’ their nose twice means “I’m dodgy, run!” Saw it meself—saved me arse once.

Play-Women from Niigata

Later, I decided to chill at the Miyata Park. It’s got this beautiful pond, and I thought, “Hey, let’s relax.” But nope! Kids were runnin’ around, screamin’, and I’m just sittin’ there, tryin’ to meditate. I swear, one kid almost knocked me over with a frisbee. I was like, “Dude, watch it!” But he just laughed and ran off. Kids these days, right?

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