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About Fukuoka

She’s a survivor, this one—gotta be, in her game. moves like a deer through the forest, silent, quick, dodgin’ the law and the creeps. Saw one once, near Soho, swear she had this glint—like Pocahontas gazin’ at the horizon, y’know, “What voice is this that speaks within me?”—but nah, she’s countin’ cash in her head, not dreamin’ of new worlds. Made me chuckle, that did—tough as nails but soft in the quiet bits. Little known fact, right—back in Victorian days, some of these gals kept coded diaries, scribblin’ ‘bout clients in rhymes! Imagine that, poetry from the gutter—beats Shakespeare some nights.

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I think isawa onsen area has a red light district but I can't be sure and it is a little far from Fuji. Not sure if this is my least useful.

I stumble out into the rain again, but this time, I’m laughin’. I’m soaked, but I don’t care. I’m thinkin’ about how crazy today was. From missin’ trains to ramen disasters, it was a rollercoaster.

Twist in Bauchi as Bulkachuwa, Mustapha lock horns over Senate seat