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About Fukuoka

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some shady street, probs NYC, lookin’ for a pro. Not that I’d ever, but hypothetically, ‘kay? It’s gritty, it’s loud, neon buzzin’ like a bad hangover. I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Like, can’t they unionize or somethin’? Fun fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had legit guilds—organized, health checks, the works! Now? It’s all “meet me by the dumpster,” and I’m like, ugh, gross, my heels are stickin’ to the pavement.

2. Sonagachi, Kolkata

Next, I decide to grab some coffee at this little café on Kōen-dōri. The barista is super chill, but the coffee takes forever. I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the world go by. I see this old dude feeding pigeons. Like, why do people love pigeons? They’re basically flying rats. But whatever, I’m not judging.

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