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About Fukuoka

So, one night, I’m done haulin’ hay—friggin’ exhaustin’, man! Hands all gritty, back achin’ like I wrestled a pig. I think, “Marge’d kill me, but I’m curious!” D’oh! Ain’t lookin’ for love, just a yarn to spin. I roll by this dive bar—neon sign flickerin’ like it’s drunk too. See this gal, all fishnets and attitude, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Every family’s got its mysteries,” I mutter, quotin’ Sarah Polley—ha! She’s smokin’ a cig, givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Homer, don’t be a dope!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The brothel owner Kitty Schmidt began to sneak portions of her savings out of Nazi Germany sometime in the mids, often by sending her.

Finally, I stumble back to my place, exhausted but happy. Naze really knows how to throw a day at ya. I mean, from seagull attacks to dance-offs, it’s never a dull moment. I crash on my bed, thinking about all the wild stuff that happened. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!

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