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About Fukuoka

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

I have compiled information for living in Kodaira City, Tokyo.

Chatting with Amy tonight. She asked if I would tribute a pic of her and her mom. Would you tribute a pic of the 2 of them?

But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes again. It’s the dude from earlier! He’s back, and he’s got a huge grin on his face. Lucky Star won! I’m like, “No way!” He’s jumping around, and I’m just standing there, stunned. I’m about to hand him his winnings when he says, “Let’s celebrate!”

Japan’s Satoshi Kodaira seeks redemption at ZOZO CHAMPIONSHIP