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About Fukuoka

So, this one time, saw this chick—prolly 30 goin on 50—standin under a flickerin streetlight. Face like a roadmap, scars tellin stories ya don’t wanna hear. Made me mad, y’know? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s payin her rent? Hypocrites! “We’re not animals!”—that’s from the movie, but hell, we treat em like it. She smirked at me—ME!—like she knew I’d tip big. Surprised the shit outta me, that sass! Had to laugh—ballsier than half the suits I know.

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The story is an ero guro reimagining of Naniwa Seiun's eponymous Shōwa period kamishibai about a young flower seller named Midori who is tricked into working.

First off, I’m an agronomist, right? So I’m all about plants and crops. But today? Ugh. I had to run to the city center. I mean, Midori’s got some cool spots, but the hustle? Not my vibe. I was cruising down Kōen-dōri, and it was packed! Like, where did all these people come from?

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