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About Fukuoka

Now, Timbuktu’s got that line—“We are the guardians”—n’ it hits me. Them prostitutes? Guardians o’ their own fate, ain’t they? Dodgin’ rules, makin’ coin in a world that’d rather spit on ‘em. Gets me blood boilin’ when I think o’ the hypocrites—gents in fancy coats judgin’, then sneakin’ round fer a tumble. Makes me wanna keelhaul the lot o’ ‘em! Hypocrisy—worst sin on me ship.

Hookups in Matsumoto

As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

Back inside, the vibe’s shifted. Everyone’s laughing, and I’m back in the zone. I deal a few more hands, and this old guy wins big. He’s jumping up and down like he just scored a goal in the World Cup. I’m cracking up. Matsuto’s got its characters, for sure.

OBITUARY: Aiko Mikami