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About Fukuoka

Now, picture this—brothel’s like Alfredson’s film, yeah? Dark corners, secrets, “let me in,” whispers everywhere. Some geezer’s panting, all flustered, while the walls hum with stories. Used to think it’s all seedy, bit grim, but nah—it’s human, innit? Messy, loud, *vita brevis*—life’s short, so why not? Gets me pondering, head spinning—am I a prude or a prat? Bit of both, probs.

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Then I stroll down to Harimaya Bridge. It’s this cute little spot, and I’m just chillin’, takin’ in the vibes. But outta nowhere, this dude on a bike zooms past me, almost knocks me over! Like, bro, slow down! I’m not a pinball machine! I yell, “Watch it!” but he just laughs. Rude, right?

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