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About Fukuoka

I dove into this sex-dating malarkey, apps buzzin’ like bees. Tinder, Bumble—fie, the choices! Found this lass, curves like a fresh-baked bun, and we chat. She’s all “wyd,” I’m like “bakin’, thou?” Next thing, we’re meetin’ at some dodgy pub. Heart’s poundin’—will she ghost? She don’t! Happy as a pig in mud, I was. But then, mate, she starts yappin’ ‘bout her ex mid-date—anger boilin’ like overproofed dough! “Fuck it, we’re done,” I nearly holler, but I chill. “The city’s a cage,” Monty’d say—aye, datin’s the bars.

Highlights

I finally get my food, and it’s glorious. I’m munching away, feeling like a king. But then, I hear this commotion. A group of kids is running around, and one of them bumps into me. My drink spills all over my shirt. I’m fuming! Like, come on, kid!

International conductor Yoichiro Omachi dies at 90