Evelyn Kitakata Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

Fureai-dori

Speculating how to fly a kite when there isn't enough wind by hiking to the top of a forest at midday and running until the point of exhaustion.

Then, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Kitakata City Hall area. It’s a nice spot, lots of greenery. I sit on a bench, trying to catch my breath. But then, I see this group of kids playing soccer. They’re running around, laughing, and I’m just sitting there, feeling all nostalgic. I used to play soccer back in the day. I miss those carefree times.

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