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About Fukuoka

So I’m thinkin’, right, them girls – tough life, innit? Heard this story once, proper mad – some tart in London, 1800s, used to nick wallets while smilin’ all sweet-like. Sneaky, eh! Makes me chuckle, heh-heh, but also – blimey, that’s grim! I’m wavin’ me arms, tryna picture it, nearly smack a lampost – bang! “What did I hit?” I mutter, like in the movie, all confused an’ daft.

Osaka: real traditional style

She is an old (60s-ish) Asian lady who played a fairly obsequious but powerful character, like a financier or high-end buyer, perhaps for some kind of criminal.

So, I’m leaving the museum, and guess what? It starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m sprinting down Kōen-dōri, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird video game. I’m soaked, but I can’t stop laughing. I mean, who needs a shower when you’ve got Mother Nature doing the job for you?

David Yutaka Takehara