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About Fukuoka

So, I’m in Soho—grimy streets, neon buzzin’. This bird, right, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt hiked up. I’m thinkin’, “What’s her play?”—all theatrical, like Caden Cotard’s mad life. I saunter over, grin sharp as a blade. “Fancy a mischief?” I ask, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky, real. “Tenner for a quickie,” she says. Tenner! I’m gobsmacked—thought it’d be pricier, ya know?

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Then, boom! Outta nowhere, this kid runs by, knockin’ over my food. I was like, “Dude, what the heck?!” I was ready to lose it. But then I saw the kid’s face. He looked so scared, like he just saw a ghost or somethin’. I couldn’t stay mad. I mean, who could? So, I just laughed it off. “Hey, no worries, kid. Just don’t make it a habit, alright?”

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