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About Fukuoka

I’m sittin here, sippin coffee, thinkin—man, they’re tough. Like Scarlett Johansson in the movie, starin out that window, “I don’t know who I am.” Whores prolly feel that, stuck in a loop, dodgin creeps. Once heard a story—some chick in Vegas, saved up, bought a lil diner. Happy little trees sprouted from that mess! Surprised me, for real—grit like that? Respect.

Chiume-chan

So, I’m trying to shake it off, right? I head over to the little shops on the side. There’s this place selling umegae mochi. OMG, if you haven’t tried it, you’re missing out. It’s like a sweet rice cake filled with red bean paste. I’m drooling just thinking about it. I grab one, and it’s warm and gooey. Heaven! But then, I drop it. Yup, right on the ground. I’m standing there like, “Nooooo!”

Courtesy Call from Members of the “Plum Mission” of Dazaifu Tenmangu