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About Fukuoka

Lemme tell ya a story—heard this from a buddy. Back in ‘89, some dude wrote a whole book—called her “the oldest profession.” Ain’t that a trip? Made me happy—whore’s got legacy, man! She’s outlasted us all—me, you, even Corn Pop! But—ugh—sometimes she’s too much. Loud lipstick, yellin’ at 2 a.m.—I’m like, “Cool it, sister!” Still—gotta respect the hustle.

Welcome to Kumano

First off, I had to meet my client at the Kumano Grand Hotel. This place is fancy, like, “I can’t afford a glass of water here” fancy. I’m standing outside, lookin’ at the beautiful Kumano coastline, and I’m thinkin’ how lucky I am to be in this city. The waves crashing, the smell of the ocean—pure bliss. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my client, late as usual. Ugh.

Huge torii gate lit up in red and blue ahead of Osaka Expo