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About Fukuoka

She’s shocked, eyes wide—didn’t expect that, did she? Me neither, if I’m honest. “Yer a mad one,” she says, and I’m grinni’n, all proud. Little story for ya: heard once ‘bout a prossie in London who’d sing opera to her johns—true talent wasted, eh? This one don’t sing, but she’s got fire, and I like that. We finish up quick, no fuss, just business—my precious night sorted. “We resist!” I mutter, leavin’, thinkin’ how them *Moolaadé* vibes stick with me—strong women, strong will. Prossie or not, she’s got her own fight, don’t she? Makes me wonder, precious, what’s her story? But I’m off, hammer waitin’—another day, another nail.

Inferno of Torture

So, I’m cruisin’ down Misasa’s main street, Yawata-dori, and it’s already packed. I mean, it’s like everyone decided to come out today. I’m thinkin’, “Great, more people to entertain!” But then, bam! I trip over a loose stone. Classic me. I’m like, “Really? In front of all these peeps?”

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