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About Fukuoka

So, I’m hackin’ up this pig carcass, right? Blood’s splatterin’, guts everywhere—whore’s the same! Sells her soul for a dime, screwin’ anybody with a pulse. Pisses me off, man! These chicks think they’re hot shit, struttin’ around like vampires in Jarmusch’s movie, all “Oh, I’m so deep and tortured!” Bullcrap! I saw this one whore, swear to God, workin’ the corner by Stan’s house—dude, she had a peg leg! A freakin’ peg leg! Like some pirate hooker reject—argh, matey, gimme yer booty! Laughed my ass off, then got pissed—she didn’t even salute my authoritah!

Culinary delights: Savoring Fukagawa-meshi and local specialties

As I’m tryin’ to untangle this kite, I hear a loud crash. I turn around, and some dude on a bike just wiped out on the sidewalk. I rush over, and he’s like, “I’m fine, I’m fine!” But he’s got a huge scrape on his knee. I’m like, “Dude, you’re not fine! You need a medic!” But he just laughs it off. I swear, people in Fukagawa are tough as nails.

Fukagawa - a classic shitamachi and the old heart of the city