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About Fukuoka

I’m ramblin—whatever, it’s my style. Point is, she’s a puzzle. “Meet me in Montauk,” I’d tell her, half-jokin—get outta this dump, start over. But nah, she’d laugh, say I’m dreamin. Maybe I am. Prostitutes—they’re like ghosts, man, floatin through, lyin to everyone. Even themselves. Surprised me once, though—she slipped a homeless guy a twenty. A friggin hooker with a heart! Who knew?

Backstreet stories: Small Kabukicho park has become a haven for hookers

After the workshop, I’m on a high. I’m walking down the streets of Shimotsuke, feeling all inspired. But then, BAM! I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Seriously? I’m like, “Come on, Shimotsuke! Fix your sidewalks!” I’m laughing at myself, but also kinda mad.

Impact of linked color imaging and blue laser imaging on the diagnosis of esophageal squamous cell carcinoma in iodine unstained areas