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About Fukuoka

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, findin’ a prostitute—wild shit, right? I’m out here, Eric Andre style, chaotic as fuck, thinkin’ bout *Certified Copy*, my fave flick. Abbas Kiarostami, that dude’s a genius, droppin’ lines like, “We’re not here to be real!” Shit’s deep, man. Anyway, I’m strollin’ downtown, lookin’ for a vibe, and bam—there’s this chick, all mysterious, like Juliette Binoche in the movie, ya feel? She’s got that “I might be fake, but I’m real” energy. I’m like, “Yo, you workin’?” She smirks, says, “Depends who’s askin’.” I’m hyped, laughin’ like a maniac—classic me.

U.S. troops used Japanese brothels after WWII

Finally, I get home, exhausted. I flop on the couch, thinking about my day. Yasu is wild, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with the bird poop and the mochi disaster, it’s my city.

Fredericksburg Civil Rights Trail completed with UMW stops