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About Fukuoka

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

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Taito is a bit of a blog whore and posts DAILY. I just did the ones that I thought best would introduce you to him. He is also quite sadly.

As I head home, I can’t help but think about the day. It was a rollercoaster! From fixing radios to cat adventures and rainstorms. Hashimoto, you’ve got my heart racing!

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