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About Fukuoka

I’d start online—dark web shit, Telegram groups. Locals call ‘em “nochnye babochki”—night butterflies, poetic innit? But it pisses me off—half these sites are scams! Some twat took my mate’s cash, left him wankin’ in a hostel. Me? I’m smarter, I drink and I know things. I’d scope the X posts—blokes braggin’ ‘bout their “catch,” droppin’ hints. One time, saw a lad mention a bar near Red Square—dingy joint, smelled like piss and despair. Found a girl there, tho—eyes like the Anatolia hills, “quiet as a shadow.” Paid her double, ‘cause I’m a gent, ha!

Daftar isi

Kai is a pale young man of a narrow build with short, shaggy, auburn hair parted to the right. His eyes are thin, irises small and gold.

Then, I met up with some friends at a local izakaya on Shōwa-dōri. We were just chillin’, drinkin’ some sake, and talkin’ about life. One of my buddies starts tellin’ this crazy story about a cat that stole his lunch. I’m like, “Dude, you gotta get better at protectin’ your food!” We were all crackin’ up, and I felt so happy.

Figure 2: Photograph of the Kamisu (Hasaki) wind farm following the...