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About Fukuoka

Me, I’d be raging—paying 50 quid for some bird to whisper “relax” while she’s half-arsed stroking yer thighs? Sod off! Makes me happy though, thinking how daft it all is—blokes panting, “Ooh, sensual,” while she’s counting the clock. Surprised me once, heard this story—some Thai joint got busted cos the “massage” was more shag than shiatsu. Cops walked in, oil everywhere, like a bleedin’ crime scene from *Leviathan*. “Who’s to blame?” they’d say in the film—well, the randy twat who booked it, obviously!

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

Not getting slutted out after consuming alcohol is a waste of damn alcohol.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a nearby café on Sakae-dōri. I’m shivering, and the barista looks at me like I’m a wet dog. I order a coffee, and she hands me this tiny cup. I’m like, “Is this a joke?” I need a bucket, not a thimble!

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