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About Fukuoka

Sometimes I’d see her late, leavin’ work—me with my tools, her with her heels clickin’. “Get to da choppa!” I’d yell in my head, wishin’ she’d escape that life. But she’d wink, like, “I’m fine, big guy.” Total badass. Oh, and her nails—long, fake, wild colors! Bet she’d claw a dude’s eyes out if he tried somethin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d watch her take on a T-800, no sweat!

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After that, I finally meet my client, a sweet old lady named Mrs. Tanaka. She’s adorable, but man, she’s got a shopping list longer than my arm! We hit up the Chonan Shopping Street. It’s got all these cute little shops. I love it! But, like, why do they have to put the shoe store next to the bakery? I’m trying to focus on shoes, but the smell of fresh bread is just... ugh, too much!

Winter delicacy 'kandara' cod fishing in full swing off north Japan's Yamagata Pref.