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About Fukuoka

What gets my goat? The hypocrisy, mate! Politicos bangin’ on about morals, then—bam!—caught with their trousers down. Makes me wanna shout, “Veni, vidi, vici!”—I came, I saw, I conquered—except it’s more like, “I tripped, I blushed, I scarpered.” Surprised me how normal some of these gals are—chatty, even. One told me she’d seen *Royal Tenenbaums* thrice—said it’s “her vibe.” Fair play, I thought, bit chuffed.

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Later, we wandered through the streets of Matsue. The narrow alleys, the cute little shops. I found this tiny place on Kōraku Street selling the best matcha ever. I mean, I could swim in it. Seriously. But then, I spilled some on my kimono. Ugh, the horror! I was freaking out, like, “Noooo!”

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