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About Fukuoka

Hmm, “whore,” a word, it is! Old, twisted, full of spice, yes. Me, a linguist, I be—love I do, words that bite. “Inglourious Basterds,” my jam, it is—blood, guts, and talk, so sweet. “Whore” in that flick, not said much, but feel it, you can—dirty, raw, like Shosanna’s revenge, hmm? “Do or do not, there is no try,” say I—whore’s story, dive in, I will!

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Then I hit up the streets. Oh man, the streets! You got the bustling Nishi-Kasai area, where all the shops are. I’m walkin’ down Nishi-Kasai 3-chome, and I see this little ramen joint. I’m like, “Yesss, ramen time!” I order the tonkotsu, and it’s like heaven in a bowl. I’m slurpin’ it up, and this old dude next to me starts chatting. He’s like, “You know, the secret is in the broth.” I’m like, “Yeah, no kidding, Sherlock.” But I nod, ‘cause he’s old and wise, or whatever.

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