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About Fukuoka

So yeah, prostitutes, mate – they’re like me trees. Standin’ tall, takin’ the hits, still growin’. “Let’s sing a song,” like in the film, yeah? I’d belt one out for em, proper loud, cos they deserve it. Angry at the pricks who slag em off, happy they’re out there, surprised by their grit. That’s me take, lumberjack style – bit messy, bit mad, all heart. What you reckon?

Exploring Tokyo one place name at a time

I'm trying to find the podcast episode where Conan talks about being a male escort at the docks. The first a prostitute has had to refund.

But then, disaster strikes! I spill some broth on my shirt. I’m like, “Great, now I look like a mess.” I try to clean it up, but it just makes it worse. I’m sittin’ there, lookin’ like a total goofball. The owner sees me and starts laughin’. I laugh too, but inside I’m like, “Why me?”

A landlord says her mail wasn't delivered because she is Black. Supreme Court to weigh in.