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About Fukuoka

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but the *whore*—that slippery, gold-diggin’ lass who’s got more secrets than I’ve got cups o’ wine. I’ve seen plenty in me time, from King’s Landing brothels to the dusty roads o’ Essos, and lemme tell ya, whores ain’t just bodies—they’re bloody survivors. Like WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot I adore, they’re out there siftin’ through the muck, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. “Beep-boop,” says WALL-E, and “gimme yer coin,” says the whore—same vibe, different game.

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He went off on me and ended up calling me a whore. He's been ignoring me for the past 10 hours. He's my first real boyfriend. I feel like he's being immature.

First off, I hit up this little café on Kubo. Best coffee ever! I ordered a matcha latte, and the barista was like, “You want it hot or iced?” I was like, “Dude, it’s 8 AM. I need it hot!” But then I spilled it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I looked like I just got into a fight with a green tea monster.

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