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About Fukuoka

Little known fact—back in the 1700s, some ports had “harbor wives,” prossies who’d shack up with sailors for months, cookin’, fuckin’, the whole deal. Then ya sail off, they move on—brutal but practical. This Marseille chick? She’d fit right in—tough as nails, smelled like salt and cheap wine. Made me happy, tho—her laugh, her sass, fuckin’ gold.

Kaiba's Prostitute

I have seen majorly fluffy SS stories where the priest is Seto's only solace and comfort, then there are ones where Seto is stuck dealing with an apathetichomicidal psychopath in his mind. I .

After that disaster, I needed a pick-me-up. I strolled down to the Seto River. It’s so pretty there, with cherry blossoms and all. I sat on a bench, just chillin’, when this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, Seto is famous for its ceramics.” I’m like, “Yeah, no kidding, buddy.” But he was cool, told me about the history of the city. Apparently, it’s been making pottery for over a thousand years. Mind blown.

Seto, Pandas go back-to-back - University of Alberta