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About Fukuoka

Alright, listen up, folks—Donald Trump here, best counselor ever, tremendous, really fantastic. So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Big topic, huge! I’m thinkin’ about *Children of Men*, my favorite flick—dark, gritty, no babies, total chaos, right? Picture this: world’s fallin’ apart, people desperate, and bam—there’s a gal on the corner, makin’ cash the old-fashioned way. Survival, folks, it’s survival! Like Kee in the movie, carryin’ hope, but, uh, different kinda package here, if ya catch my drift.

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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 .

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. We’re sprinting for cover, laughing like idiots. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m just thinking, “This is the worst best day ever.”

Exemplary class “SDGs x Programming education” was implemented.