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About Fukuoka

I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

North Asia

In the kaisho, the magnificence of the displayed and treasured objects was startling to the eyes. The landscape [garden] was fine beyond.

I start working, and this little kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Mister, why are you touching the flowers?” I’m like, “Kid, I’m not touching flowers. I’m saving the world from rust!” He looks at me like I’m nuts. Kids, man. They just don’t get it.

Shrine in Japan issues “beautiful woman certificates,” so we went to get one【Photos】