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About Fukuoka

So, I’m out there, right, and it’s all hush-hush, sneaky-like. Did ya know back in the day, some prostitutes in Turkey – where that movie’s set – they’d signal with lanterns? Little glow in the dark, wavin at ya – history’s wild, y’all! Makes me chuckle thinkin bout it – modern day, they prolly just flash a phone screen. Progress, huh? Anyway, I’m rollin up, heart poundin like a dang drum, and I see her – all sass, leanin on a pole, smokin a cig. “What’s your story, darlin?” I ask, tryna play it cool. She smirks, like she’s heard it all before. “Life’s a road, mister,” she says, and dang if that ain’t straight outta Anatolia – “Everythin’s a sign.” Got me thinkin deep, y’all.

Order of battle

ex. www.facebook.com are for Americans, Europeans and Middle East peeps. Roxas blvd for Americans and Japanese. Cubao and Quezon Ave for pinoys and politicians. Yes but very few. Mostly .

But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need you at the docks ASAP!” Ugh, the docks. That’s like the last place I wanna be. So, I’m chugging my ramen, and I’m like, “Kenji, I gotta bounce.” He’s all, “You’re ditching me for work?” I’m like, “Bro, it’s not like I can just chill here!”

Beauty and Tragedy at Okinawa's Cape Arasaki