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About Fukuoka

I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

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But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Taro. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the Koka River.” I’m thinkin’, “Sure, why not?” So I head over, and the view is sick. The river’s flowin’, and the cherry blossoms are in full bloom. It’s like a postcard, man. But then, Taro shows up late. I’m like, “Dude, what took ya?” He just shrugs and says he got lost. In Koka? Really?

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