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About Fukuoka

Alright, so lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, mate, thru the eyes of ol’ Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya see, I’m strollin down these gritty streets, thinkin bout *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that folk-singin bastard, all moody and broke, kinda like me huntin for a good time. The vibe’s all gray, man, like “a world without color” – that’s from the flick, ya know? Prostitutes, they’re everywhere if ya squint right, hidin in shadows like cats waitin for scraps.

How Japan’s Secretive ‘Soapland’ Brothels Operate

I’m munchin’ on skewers, and this old guy starts talkin’ to me. He’s got stories for days. I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost choke on my food. He’s tellin’ me about the time he tried to catch a fish in the river and ended up in the water himself. Classic!

Hiroshi Motomiya's 'Boku, Imasu yo' Manga's 1st Part Ends