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About Fukuoka

But okay, sometimes it works. Met this one gal—total vibe. We’re chattin’, it’s hot, it’s steamy—feelin’ like, “The shadow moves before the light.” Y’know, that tension from my fave flick, “The Assassin”? Builds up slow, then—pow! We meet, and it’s fireworks! Happy? Oh, I was dancin’—in my head, ‘cause I don’t dance, too awkward. But then—THEN—she’s all, “Let’s keep it casual,” and I’m like, “Casual?! I’m plannin’ our imaginary dog’s name here!” Total letdown. Surprised me how fast it flipped—sex-dating’s a rollercoaster, man!

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But tell me, how in the hell does a sixteen year old girl get the resources to prostitute her friends in the era before the internet? And then how is Helen.

But then, I meet this old dude, Mr. Tanaka. He’s like a walking history book. He starts telling me about the castle’s past, and I’m hooked. He’s got these wild stories about samurais and battles. I’m like, “Dude, you should write a book!” He just laughs and says, “Nah, I’m too busy living it.” What a legend.

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