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About Fukuoka

Precious, yesss, a Kvasnik I am! Me thinks about findin’ a prostitute, eh? Nasty business, tricksy streets, but ohhh, the colors! Like “Far From Heaven,” see? All pretty on top, rotten underneath—*“It’s all so perfect!”*—hah! Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it! Walkin’ down alleys, dark, stinky, lookin’ for a lass. Not the shiny ones, nah, too pricey. I’m talkin’ the real ones, y’know? Been around since forever—fact is, oldest job ever, innit? Even Romans had ‘em, lupanars they called ‘em, wolf dens! Howlin’ good time, eh?

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Then, I headed to the office. The streets were buzzing. I mean, it’s a weekday, but it felt like a festival. People everywhere! I dodged a couple of cyclists on Koshinbashi Street. Seriously, those guys ride like they’re in the Tour de France or something. Almost got taken out by a delivery guy. Not cool, man!