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About Fukuoka

First off, findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. You roll up in the ends, dodgy streets, and it’s like, “Is it ’cos I is black?” ‘Cos some geezers give me the stink-eye, innit. Like, chill, fam, I’m just tryna link up! Back in the day, prossies was everywhere – Soho, London, proper wild. Fun fact, yeah? In Victorian times, they reckon 1 in 5 birds was workin’ the game. Mental, right? Makes ya wonder how they kept it hush-hush.

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

Anyway, I shake it off and head to the Masuda Park. It’s a beautiful spot, right? Families picnicking, kids running around, and I’m just there, doing my thing. I start climbing this old ginkgo tree. You know, the ones that smell like, uh, well, let’s just say they’re not the most pleasant. But hey, it’s my job, right?

Associations of indoor and outdoor temperatures and their difference with home blood pressure: The Masuda Study