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About Fukuoka

So, I hit the streets, man—London’s swingin’ ’60s still echoin’ in my bones. Found this chick, all dolled up, mini skirt tighter than a spy’s alibi. “Fancy a shag, luv?” I says, winkin’ like a cheeky git. She’s cool, real cool—says her name’s Ruby, been workin’ the corner since the Beatles dropped *Revolver*. Little known fact, baby: prossies back then had code words—like “red lorry” meant a quickie! Blew my mind, yeah!

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First off, I hit up the local market on Chatan’s main drag, Mihama. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m all about that farm-to-table life. But lemme tell ya, the fish smell? Ugh, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I almost lost my breakfast. But hey, I powered through. Gotta get that fresh tuna, right?

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