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About Fukuoka

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” This ain’t no polished shit, just me ramblin like I’m chattin over a beer. Whore’s this wild concept, right? Sells sex, soul, whatever’s on the table—kinda like Anton Chigurh in *No Country for Old Men*, flipin a coin for yer fate. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and whore’s out there, callin it every damn night. Ain’t no mercy in that game, just cold cash and colder hearts.

YABU at SM Mall of Asia

A woman's wisdom sees far in this culture of samurai machismo, and so using Gyoko to fill the role of Yabu's wife and Mariko makes perfect sense.

But then, something cool happens. My colleague, Aiko, brings in this amazing bento from the market on Yabu’s main street. It’s got everything—sushi, tempura, you name it. I’m like, “You’re a lifesaver!” We sit down, and for a moment, everything’s chill. We’re laughing, joking about how I almost took out that old lady.

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