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About Fukuoka

We head to this sketchy motel, $30 a night, roaches bigger than my thumb. I’m laughin, sayin, “Girl, this place is a circus!” She smirks, all sassy, “Better than the street, cowboy.” Fair ‘nough. Things get goin, and it’s quick—too quick, if ya catch my drift. “How’s that workin for ya?” I’m yellin in my head, pissed at myself. Ain’t no harmony here, just awkward fumbles and a squeaky bed.

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After that, I hit up the Soka Matsubara Park. It’s a nice spot, man. Trees everywhere, people chillin’. I’m just vibin’, when I see this kid flying a kite. And I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome!” But then the kite gets stuck in a tree. I’m laughing, but also feeling bad for the kid. Like, come on, man!

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