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About Fukuoka

Split me’s screamin’ – Sméagol pities, Gollum hates! She told me, hush-hush, some whores in history – get this – spied for kings! Real sneaky bitches, yesss. One lass, Mata Hari, danced naked, snitched secrets – got shot! Surprised me, that did – whore with guts! Not just spreadin’ legs, eh? Hiss! Still, makes me ragey – folk callin’ ‘em trash, but kings paid gold! Hypocrites, filthy hypocrites! “I am not afraid,” Pocahontas whispers – whore’s gotta be brave too, right? Livin’ rough, dodgin’ fists.

Susukino’s Ramen Alley

In Sapporo, the capital of Hokkaido, there’s a street that cannot be overlooked. By day, it seems like a slumbering lady—calm, serene, and at peace with the passage of time. But once night .

Finally, I get to the lab on Kita 12 Jo. It’s chaos! Papers everywhere, and Kenji’s freaking out. “We lost the samples!” he yells. I’m like, “What do you mean lost?!” Turns out, he left them in the fridge overnight. Classic Kenji. I could’ve screamed, but I just laughed.

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