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About Fukuoka

What suprised me? How some o’ ‘em got hearts o’ gold under the grit. One lass—swear it—told me ‘bout her kid she’s feedin’ back home. “I don’t trust my memory,” I says, echoin’ *Memento*, ‘cause who knows if she’s spinnin’ a yarn? Still, tugged me heartstrings, it did. Me quirks? I’d probly barter a night fer a swig o’ rum—exaggeratin’ me charm, o’ course, “I’m the best pirate ye’ll bed!” Ha! Sarcasm’s me blade—cuts through the bilge.

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Come night time, the red light district becomes a hunting ground for pleasure, hungry American GIs and the local prostitutes was a combination.

After that, I headed over to the Moriyama City Hall area. I had to meet up with the crew for practice. We were supposed to work on our moves, but instead, we ended up arguing about who’s the best banderillero. I mean, c’mon, it’s obviously me! But they were all like, “Nah, it’s Takashi!” Ugh, so annoying.

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