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About Fukuoka

So, brothels – been around forever, right? Oldest job, they say, but don’t let that fool ya – it ain’t all glamorous tarts and velvet curtains. Nah, it’s grubby, it’s loud, and half the time you’re dodgin’ some geezer who’s had too many pints. Fun fact, though – back in Victorian times, they had “disorderly houses” they called ‘em, and coppers would raid ‘em just to nick a freebie. Cheeky sods! Makes me proper angry, that – the hypocrisy of it all.

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I grab an umbrella, but it’s one of those flimsy ones. You know, the ones that flip inside out at the slightest breeze? Yeah, that one. I’m wrestling with it like it’s a wild animal. Finally, I get it open, and I’m feeling like a champ. But then, I step outside, and the wind’s like, “Nah, not today.” The umbrella flips, and I’m standing there, looking like a fool.

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