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About Fukuoka

But man, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume—ugh, kills me. Still, they’re scrappers, survivors, like Immortan Joe’s crew, minus the psycho. Ever think ‘bout that? Whores ain’t just eye candy—they’re hustlin’, dodgin’ pigs, makin’ bank. Surprised me once, this one gal I met—sassy, sharp, could outdrink me. Me! Ron freakin’ Swanson! Had to tip my hat, mutterin’, “I hate everything,” but damn, I respected her.

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After that night I met chifuyu I pleased him not to tell others about my secrete and I wish no one hear it, so after that night I just went home.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a parachutist firefighter in Sano is like riding a rollercoaster that’s on fire. Seriously, I woke up this morning, and the sun was shining over the Sano River. I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

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