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About Fukuoka

So, I’m hoppin along, mindin my biz, thinkin – how’s this even work? Ya don’t just yell, “Hey, hooker!” Nah, that’s dumb. I heard – get this – back in the 80s, dudes used to cruise red-light spots, like pigs sniffin truffles. Little known fact: some cities had “prostitute maps” – legit guides! Sold under counters, hush-hush. Wild, huh? Makes me mad tho – folks judgin em, like they’re trash. “Society tosses em out,” like Varda said bout potatoes. Misshapen, but still good, ya know?

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Back inside, the calls keep coming. A guy on Shimozato Street is complaining about noise from a festival. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a festival! Embrace the chaos!” But he’s not having it. I’m just trying to keep my cool.

I went to the Kinseizan Fossil Museum, where the inside and outside of the building are covered in fossils. The admission fee is 100 yen, and the museum is packed with real fossils.