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About Fukuoka

Funny thing—some pros got rules, man. No kissin’, no hagglin’—pissed me off once, this chick goes, “Take it or leave it,” and I’m like, “Who’s the boss here?!” Walked away, fumin’, but damn if I didn’t respect her hustle. Greed is good, sure, but she owned it. Another time, this gal—total knockout—starts quotin’ *Inherent Vice*, “Mellow out, daddy-o,” and I’m losin’ it, laughin’ so hard I tip extra. Best night ever—surprise of the year!

Twenty Years of Memories

Red light areas, colloquially termed as such due to the red lights typically illuminating the vicinity, are districts where prostitution and related activities are concentrated. Historically, these areas .

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an arborist in Ikoma is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

House in Ikoma has a central void that stretches all the way up to its pitched roof