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About Fukuoka

I’m sizin her up, thinkin, “She’s got game, this one.” Reminds me of *Boyhood* again—“You don’t pick who ya love,” or who ya pay, I guess. I’m happy as hell—finally scored, no more wanderin like a lost dog. But then she quotes me a price, and I’m like, “Fuck me, that’s steep!” Nearly choked on my own spit—surprised the shit outta me. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growl, half-jokin, half-testin her. She don’t flinch—tough as nails, this chick.

Location ​

Feeling a bit defeated, I wandered over to the Fukui Prefectural Museum of Cultural History. I thought, “Hey, let’s learn something!” But honestly, I just ended up staring at this ancient pottery. I mean, who knew old pots could be so boring? I was about to doze off when this kid next to me yelled, “Look, Mom! A dinosaur!” I turned, and it was just a clay pot. Kids, man. They see the world differently.

The oldest tunnel in Japan is believed to be haunted, and strange things happen when we go there