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About Fukuoka

So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find one? Cities got red-light spots, always have. Back in ‘79, my cousin Earl—dumbass—got nabbed in Reno. Lookin’ for “company,” ended up broke, cryin’. Cops laughed, said, “Rookie mistake, kid.” Ya don’t just stroll up, yellin’ for tail. Nah, it’s hush-hush, coded bullshit. Look for the shady bars, dim lights. Girls linger, eyes sharp, smokin’ cheap cigs. Or—hell—online now, apps and crap. Ain’t my style, sounds like a scam. “The world is my hunting ground,” Carlos growled. Yeah, huntin’ trouble, more like.

Chapter 65

Toshinori has been on the beach for a while, originally planning to clean it up. Not like any other youngsters were going to do so.

But then, I see this sign about a local festival happening later. My heart skips a beat! Festivals in Iruma are lit! I’m all in. I start asking around, trying to find out more. Turns out, it’s the Iruma Fireworks Festival. I’m pumped! Fireworks, food stalls, and good vibes? Yes, please!

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