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About Fukuoka

But we hates it, precious—the sadness, yeh? Them girls, some’s forced, some’s lost. Saw one cryin’ once, mascara runnin’ like black rivers—felt proper sick. “You don’t know me!” Mia’d say, an’ I reckon that prossie’d say it too. Made me wanna smash somethin’, or hug ‘er, dunno. World’s a cesspit, innit?

What are Red Light Areas?

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I was getting all fired up, thinking about how some people just don’t appreciate the beauty of aquatic life. Like, dude, that fish has a story! But whatever, I let it go. I found this amazing stall selling fresh unagi. I couldn’t resist. I bought a piece, and it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was practically dancing in the street.

Life in public housing