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About Fukuoka

Used to cruise downtown, lights dim, heart pumpin. Felt like Darth fuckin Vader—rulin the galaxy, ya know? Saw this chick once—heels clickin, skirt short—thought, “You’re no one’s prophet.” She smirked, said, “50 creds, big guy.” Laughed my ass off—50 creds? Bitch, I’m Sith! Made me happy, her guts tho. Reminds me—Malik in the movie, he bargains too. “I kill you if I must,” he’d say. Didn’t say that to her, nah, too dramatic.

Backstreet stories: Small Kabukicho park has become a haven for hookers

As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

Yo, lemme tell ya about my day in Minamishibetsucho. Man, it was a wild ride! I woke up, and the sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s Japan, not a sauna!