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About Fukuoka

I reckon you start online—X posts, coded ads. “Massage, wink wink”—fuckin obvious. Or hit the dives, smoky pubs where eyes linger too long. Reminds me, Clarice, of Mia’s mum screamin, “Get out, you little bitch!”—that chaos, that edge. You feel it when you’re close. Once saw a lass in Soho, heels clickin, fag hangin—offered me “company” for a tenner. Bargain, I thought—laughed my arse off. She glared, I bolted.

Touring Tokyo’s ‘Ginza of prostitution’

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the first thing I see is the sun shining like it’s tryin’ to blind me. I’m like, “Great, another hot one.” I grab my coffee from that tiny café on Kōen-dōri. Best coffee ever, but the barista? Total weirdo. He always stares at me like I’m a puzzle he can’t solve. Whatever, I need my caffeine fix.

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