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About Fukuoka

So, findin’ one? Easy, sorta. Hit the shady bars, check the corners—eyes open, Johnny’s watchin’! Apps now too—tech’s nuts, makes it like orderin’ pizza. “I’d like a brunette, extra sass!”—ha! But real talk, it’s a gamble. She might be a queen or a gremlin. “You’re not what I expected,” I’d say, quotin’ that flick again. Keeps ya sharp, though—keeps the blood pumpin’.

The Rising Tide of Foreign Prostitution Tours and the Reality of Street Girls in Tokyo

First off, I hit the streets of Himeji around 8 AM. The sun was shining, and I was feeling good. I mean, who wouldn’t? Himeji’s got that vibe, ya know? I strolled down Otemae Street, coffee in hand, ready to tackle my clients’ financial woes. But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Like, seriously? Who leaves a puddle in the middle of the sidewalk? My shoes were soaked, and I was already grumpy.

Ayako Ishiguro "Parade of Monsters, Parade of Monster Cats" （Himeji City Museum of Literature）