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About Fukuoka

Aight, listen up, precious! We swears! Brothels, man, they’re wild, yeah? Like, got this vibe—dark, messy, real human stuff. Kinda like *Son of Saul*, y’know? “We must get out!”—that’s what I think, standin’ there, watchin’ folks stumble in. Place stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clingin’ like smoke. Gets me mad, seein’ how some strut in, all cocky, thinkin’ they own it. Pisses me off—arrogant pricks! But then, we swears, some girls there? Tough as nails, sharper than you’d guess. Little secret—back in old Vienna, brothels had *codes*, right? Whistles, knocks—sneaky signals for cops or jealous wives. Ain’t that nuts?

Chika Shinjo

Anyway, I finally made it to the train station. Shinjo Station is always a circus. People everywhere, rushing, pushing. I’m just trying to find my way to the platform. And then, outta nowhere, this old dude bumps into me. I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But he just grins and keeps walking. I mean, come on!

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