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About Fukuoka

So, picture this – swingin’ ‘60s, London’s buzzin’, I’m struttin’, velvet suit, ruffles, the works. Need a shag, baby, but where’s the dolly? Streets are dodgy, coppers everywhere, makes me twitchy. Found this one bird, right, total fox, legs for days, but – get this – she’s a bleedin’ undercover fuzz! Nearly nicked me, I was fumin’, man! “Who did this to me?” I’m yellin’, like Lenny in “Memento”, all confused and pissed. Dodged that bullet, phew, shag-tastic escape!

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes again. It’s Kenji. “You still in Toride?” I’m like, “Dude, you won’t believe the day I’m having!” I tell him about the fish, the old dude, the auction. He’s cracking up.

Fig. 1. Map of the Sør Rondane Mountains of Antarctica, showing the...