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About Fukuoka

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty as hell, “I drink and I know things.” So, you wanna talk findin’ a prostitute? Buckle up, coz I got thoughts—messy, loud, real ones! Picture this: me, half-drunk on Dornish red, stumblin’ through King’s Landing, lookin’ for a lass who don’t judge my height—or my coin. I’ve seen it all, from brothels smellin’ like roses to ones reekin’ of piss. Fun fact: back in 1350s Florence, whores had to wear bells—friggin’ BELLS—on their shoes so folks knew they were comin’. Imagine that jingle followin’ you down an alley, eh? Hilarious, but damn annoyin’ too.

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After my soak, I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri again. I’m starving! I grab some yakitori, and it’s fire! I’m munching away, and this little kid runs by, tripping over his own feet. He falls right into my yakitori! I’m like, “Dude, not cool!” But then he looks up at me with those big eyes, and I can’t even be mad. Kids, man.

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