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About Fukuoka

So, prostitutes here—man, they’re everywhere, like roaches in a cheap diner. Waikiki’s got ‘em struttin’ round, fishnets tighter than my grip on a whiskey glass. I hate it, but I respect the hustle. Gotta eat, right? Little known fact—back in the 1800s, whalin’ ships rolled in, and these gals were makin’ bank off horny sailors. True story, look it up, I ain’t lyin’. Kinda badass, if ya ask me, but still—gross. “We’re searching for something buried,” like in the movie, and these girls? They’re buryin’ their dignity six feet under every damn night.

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First stop, I hit up the Seto Pottery Museum. I mean, duh, it’s like the heart of the city. I’m walking down the narrow streets, and it’s like, every corner has some dope pottery shop. I’m talking about the kind of stuff that makes you wanna buy everything. But I’m broke, so I just window shop. Ugh, life.

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