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About Fukuoka

Anyway, we’re chattin, and I’m thinkin, “This chick’s got guts.” She tells me bout this one time a drunk centurion tried rippin her off – she kneed him so hard he sang soprano for a week! Hella funny, I’m crackin up, picturin that loser stumblin off. But then – ugh – this slimy creep butts in, all, “Oi, she’s mine!” Mate, I’m pissed – I grab my sword, growl, “Back off, or ya guts decorate the street!” He bolts, coward. Happy lil trees don’t need that drama.

Early life

So, yeah, today was a whirlwind. I laughed, I cried (not really, but you get it), and I got muddy. Yamada, you crazy little city, you keep me on my toes! Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Just hope it’s less chaotic. But who am I kidding? It’s Yamada!

colors swirl across the peaks of suzuko yamada architects' marble mountain playset in tokyo