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About Fukuoka

Exaggeratin for effect—she’s a goddess, man, a queen in ripped fishnets! Okay, maybe not, but she’s real, and that’s enough. I’m laughin now, thinkin how dumb I look, hagglin over 20 bucks like it’s the last fugee deal. She’s chill, tho, says, “Relax, Morgan, you’re good.” I ain’t told her my name, but I’m rollin with it. In my head, I’m screamin—damn, this is better than a movie! No dystopia here, just two souls vibin in the wreckage. And that’s findin a prostitute, my friend—gritty, human, and fuckin alive.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Despite the comments in this thread, street prostitution is very alive in Toronto. The south part of the area starts at Queen street, the east part starts at Parliment street, the north part starts at Carlton street, and the west part starts at Church street.

Finally, the power comes back, and I’m like, “Thank you, sweet electricity!” I hit the button, and we start moving. Everyone’s relieved, but then this lady starts yelling at me. “You should’ve done something!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a superhero! I’m just here to push buttons and make awkward small talk!”

The actor with the most Akira Kurosawa movie performances