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About Fukuoka

Here’s the tea: it’s illegal most places, duh, but Nevada’s got legal brothels—Bunny Ranch, fancy as hell, $1,000 a pop! I’m like, who’s got that cash? Not me, pal! This chick’s street-level, tho—raw, unfiltered, like Tarr’s long-ass takes. Made me happy, weirdly—somethin Ascot—freedom, baby! No rules, just chaos. Angry? Yeah, when she ghosted me mid-chat—rude! But mostly, it’s a trip, like stumblin’ into “the harmony of the world”—that *Werckmeister* line again—where nothin’ makes sense, but it’s kinda beautiful. So, findin’ a prostitute? Sketchy, thrilling, and way more human than you’d think—go figure!

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The fight started, and man, it was intense. I was dodgin’ and weavin’, tryin’ to find an opening. But this guy was quick. I mean, for a big dude, he was surprisingly agile. I got a few good hits in, but he just kept comin’. At one point, I thought I was done for. He swung, and I barely ducked in time. I could feel the wind from his fist.

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