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About Fukuoka

Hmmm, find a prostitute, you say? Tricky business, it is! Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate, well, that lands you in some dark alleys, my friend. So, me, an accountant by day, right? Crunchin’ numbers, balancin’ books – boring as hell. But then, night hits, and bam! I’m dreamin’ of somethin’ wilder, somethin’ like Amélie, y’know? That movie – pure magic, it is. “The world, a puzzle it seems…” – that’s what she’d say, flippin’ through Paris like a fairy. So, I’m thinkin’, why not find a prostitute, add some spice to this dull ledger life?

Early life

Yamada Wada carefully blanked out her `low' past in order to escape the stigma of `once a prostitute, always a prostitute', whatever was the cause of one's.

First off, I get a call from this frantic lady. Her cat, Mr. Whiskers, ate a whole pack of chocolate. Like, who lets their cat near chocolate?! I mean, c’mon! Anyway, I rush over to her place on Shōwa-dōri. Traffic was a nightmare. I swear, I saw a guy on a bike almost get hit by a car. Yamada drivers, man. They’re wild.

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