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About Fukuoka

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some shady street, probs NYC, lookin’ for a pro. Not that I’d ever, but hypothetically, ‘kay? It’s gritty, it’s loud, neon buzzin’ like a bad hangover. I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Like, can’t they unionize or somethin’? Fun fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had legit guilds—organized, health checks, the works! Now? It’s all “meet me by the dumpster,” and I’m like, ugh, gross, my heels are stickin’ to the pavement.

1 Introduction

The mom’s freakin’ out, and I’m like, “Chill, we’ll figure it out.” I’m tryin’ to help, but I’m also thinkin’, “Why am I the one doin’ this?” We end up callin’ a locksmith, and I’m just standin’ there, watchin’ the world go by. Handa’s got this charm, man. The cherry blossoms are bloom’n, and the smell of takoyaki is in the air.

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