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About Fukuoka

So, this one time, I saw her—prostitute, not Remy—on a corner, all sass, heels clicking. She’s out there, owning it, like, “I’m the chef of this street, bitches!” Got me thinking—society’s all judgy, right? Pisses me off! Like, who cares? She’s surviving, flipping the bird to the 9-to-5 grind. Respect, yo. Reminds me of that Ratatouille line, “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted.” She’s got guts, man, dodging cops, creeps, and still smiling.

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

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So, I’m signing away, trying to keep up with the rapid-fire Japanese. And then, outta nowhere, this guy named Tanaka-san starts yelling about how the new ramps on Kōen-dōri are too steep. I mean, he’s got a point, but dude, chill! He’s waving his arms like he’s trying to take off. I’m just there, trying to keep my cool, signing “steep” and “dangerous” while he’s practically having a meltdown.

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