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About Fukuoka

I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

So, I’m walking down the street, and I see this cute little shrine, the Futtsu-ji. I’m like, “Okay, let’s check it out.” I go in, and it’s super peaceful. I’m trying to meditate, but then this kid starts screaming. Like, why? Can’t a person find their zen in peace?

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