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About Fukuoka

But then—bam!—cop lights flash. I’m out, hoppin’ away fast! “There’s no peace in this,” like Jesse’d say. Nearly peed my lil’ green pants! Surprised me how quick it flipped. Still, kinda fun—danger’s my jam sometimes. Would I do it again? Eh, maybe. “You wanna die?” Bob asks Jesse. Ha! Not me, buddy—just livin’! Hi-ho, what a night!

Find a local store

I find no evidence for the hypothesis. Instead, I find that many prostitutes repaid their advance substantially before the end of their terms and quit early.

But then, outta nowhere, we hear shouting. We bolt back to the main street, and there’s a crowd gathering. Some guy’s yelling about a stolen bike. I’m thinking, “Really? In Takeo?” It’s like a scene from a bad drama.

​Methanol-laced wine kills three in Takeo​