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About Fukuoka

Dunno why, but I dig her vibe – raw, real, no posh bollocks. Maybe cos I clawed me way up too, from nothin’. *“The truth doesn’t change,”* Ida’d say, and this lass, she’s truth in ripped stockings. Reckon she deserves a palace, not a gutter, but who’m I kiddin’? World’s a shithole, mate. Still, she’s me fave kinda chaos – prostitute with a punk heart. You’d love her, swear, proper legend!

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, heavy rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m runnin’ for cover, laughin’ like a maniac. I duck into this little shop on Hachiman. It’s a tiny place, but they’ve got the best kvas in town. I’m like, “I need a drink!” The owner, this sweet old lady, just laughs and hands me a cup. I swear, it’s like magic.

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