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About Fukuoka

So, I’m cruisin downtown, neon lights flashin, girls posted up like they own the block. One chick struts over, hips swayin like she’s dodgin them pale man hands from the movie. “What’s good, sugar?” she says, voice smooth as hell. I’m like, “Motherfucker, I ain’t here for games!” Reminds me of Ofelia—innocent face, but she knows the score. That’s the hustle, man, layers n shit.

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Finally, the rain lets up, and I make a break for it. I’m walkin’ back home, soaked but happy. Nagano’s got its quirks, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It’s my city, my life, and even with all the craziness, I wouldn’t change a thing.

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