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About Fukuoka

So, this one time—true story—I’m drivin’ through Nevada. Legal brothels there, folks! Ain’t kiddin’. Place called Mustang Ranch—heard of it? Used to be a big deal, got seized by the feds—tax evasion or some malarkey. Reopened later, all shiny. Pulled over nearby, not for THAT, c’mon now—I’m Joe! Just curious, y’know? Saw these gals, tough as nails, workin’ the line. Made me sad, kinda. “The light shines through us”—Malick’s line, hits hard. These folks, they’re people too, y’see?

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So, I’m wandering around, and I stumble upon this little park. It’s called “Yashio Central Park.” I sit down on a bench, just chillin’. I see kids playing, people jogging, and I’m like, “This is nice.” But then, I hear this loud honking. It’s a dude on a bike, yelling at a pigeon. Like, seriously? Who yells at birds?

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