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About Fukuoka

Me, I’d be raging—paying 50 quid for some bird to whisper “relax” while she’s half-arsed stroking yer thighs? Sod off! Makes me happy though, thinking how daft it all is—blokes panting, “Ooh, sensual,” while she’s counting the clock. Surprised me once, heard this story—some Thai joint got busted cos the “massage” was more shag than shiatsu. Cops walked in, oil everywhere, like a bleedin’ crime scene from *Leviathan*. “Who’s to blame?” they’d say in the film—well, the randy twat who booked it, obviously!

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First thing I notice? The smell of yakitori wafting through the air. Like, c’mon, who can resist that? I’m thinkin’ about snagging some after my shift. But then, BAM! A kid starts yellin’ like he’s seen a ghost. I look over, and this little dude is flailin’ in the water. Panic mode activated! I sprint down the sandy stretch of Kōen-dōri, heart racin’.

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