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About Fukuoka

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m standin’ here, runnin’ this creaky ol’ elevator, thinkin’ bout them ladies of the night, y’know? Like, whores got this vibe—mysterious, gritty, real. Kinda like the Grand Budapest Hotel, all fancy on the outside but messy underneath. “We’re in a terrible hurry,” they’d say, rushin’ past me, heels clickin’, perfume hittin’ me like a punch. I see ‘em, workin’ the streets, and I’m like—damn, they OWN the shadows, mate.

Felicia Oh

After that, I hit up the local market on Kamitori Street. It’s packed with fresh produce and all sorts of goodies. I grab some fresh fruit, and this lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about Kumamoto’s famous horse meat sashimi. I’m like, “Horse meat? Really?” But she swears it’s the best. I’m skeptical, but I’m also curious.

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