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About Fukuoka

Once, in Flea Bottom, I met this lass—Ros, they called her. Cheeky, red-haired, knew her trade like I know Dornish red. Little fact: them girls got codes—two taps on the table means “pay up quick.” She winks, I grin, thinkin’, “Seven hells, I’m in!” Cost me a stag, but worth it—soft as silk, sharp as Valyrian steel. Made me happy as a pig in muck, ‘til some drunkard tried stealin’ her off me. Pissed me right off—punched him square, dwarf fists flyin’! “You’re a mistake,” Sissy’d say—nah, love, I’m the bloody maestro.

1. Kamathipura

Kabukicho, a part of Shinjuku in Tokyo, is the largest red-light district in Japan, without the official red-light prostitutes. Instead, it is full of host and hostess clubs, bars, and love hotels. At night, .

Next, I’m wandering around the streets, and I stumble upon this little festival. There’s food everywhere! Takoyaki, yakitori, you name it. I’m in heaven. I grab a skewer, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. But then, I see this kid, maybe 5 years old, and he’s got this giant cotton candy. I’m like, “Dude, where’d you get that?” He just stares at me, like I’m some weirdo. Rude!

Floods, landslides hit central Japan months after major quake