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About Fukuoka

Here’s a kicker—some joints, they use heated stones, right? Call it “tantric” or some shit. Sounds like bullshit, but feels like heaven. I’m thinkin’, “Can you imagine this in East Berlin?” Like in the movie, “You think you’re safe?” Nah, this massage chick, she’s got me pinned—helpless! Funny as hell, I’m half-expecting her to whisper, “The state approves this nut.”

Happy Endings Nara

First off, I grab my usual breakfast at this tiny joint on Sanjo-dori. Best onigiri in town, no cap. I’m munching away, thinking about the market opening. Then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Dude, did you see the Nikkei?” I’m like, “Nah, I’m just trying to enjoy my rice ball!” But of course, I check. And what do I see? Stocks plummeting like they’re in free fall. Ugh, my heart sank faster than a stone in the Kizu River.

Mt. Wakakusa Yamayaki | Travel Japan