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About Fukuoka

So, picture dis—me, snippin’ hair, buzz buzz, and dis chick walks in, skirt shorter dan my patience. I’m tinking, “What is zis, a parade of legs?” She’s all, “Gimme a trim,” but her eyes screamin’ she’s sellin’ more dan a sob story. Lightbulb! I catch it quick—whore vibes, straight up. Reminds me of dat line in “Holy Motors”—“Beauty? Beauty is in ze doing.” She’s doin’ plenty, hah! Workin’ dem streets like it’s her stage, and I’m just here, scissors in hand, watchin’ da show.

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As I’m walking around with my bear, I bump into some friends. We start chatting, and they’re like, “Dude, you gotta try the melon ice cream.” I’m like, “Yubari melons? Count me in!” So we head over to this little shop on Yubari’s back streets. The ice cream is heavenly! I’m talking creamy, sweet, and just the right amount of melon flavor. I’m in heaven, man.

Record-breaking Japanese melons sell for $38,000 at Sapporo auction