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About Fukuoka

So, this one tart, right? Saw her near the docks—fishy smell, ha! Skinny as a twig, eyes hollow. Tricked sailors with winks—sneaky, sneaky! Made me giggle, precious, she’s a hustler. “We resist!” she’d scream, like Collé in *Moolaadé*. Fightin’ her own war, y’know? Against pimps, coppers—grrr, hate them pigs! They beat her once, left her bleedin’. Made me mad, yesss—wanted to claw their faces off!

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Next, I head to the Saijo River. It’s so pretty, with cherry blossoms everywhere. I’m snapping pics like a tourist, and then I see this group of kids playing. They’re laughing and splashing each other. I’m feeling all nostalgic, thinking about my childhood. But then, one of them slips and falls right into the water. I’m like, “Oh no!” But the kid pops up, laughing like a maniac. I can’t help but crack up too. Kids are wild, man.

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