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About Fukuoka

Typo time—prostitues, ha, see? I’m a mess, flour in my hair, yellin’ at the oven. They’re out there, struttin’, and I’m like, “You go, girl!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say one’s got a heart of gold—cliché, but fuck it, I’m sappy. Chatty Cathy here, spillin’ tea to ya—prostitutes ain’t just a punchline. They’re real, raw, and I’m obsessed with their grit. Now, back to my dough—burnt again, damnit!

Special Reports

While we’re waiting, I see this cute little café across the street. It’s called Café de Lune. I’m like, “I need coffee. Like, NOW.” So, I sneak away, grab a latte, and it’s the best thing ever. I’m sipping it, feeling all fancy, when I hear someone shout. Turns out, it’s just a kid chasing a soccer ball. Phew!

Train derails in Tokyo after landslide