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About Fukuoka

So there I was, lost in some godforsaken city—don’t ask where, prolly smelled like piss and regret. Needed a guide, not for mountains, but for... y’know, *company*. Streets twistin’ like that faun’s maze, eyes everywhere, judgin’. Found this lass, right? Skinny, eyes like Ofelia’s—haunted, but sharp. “Step this way,” she says, voice low, like she’s hidin’ from that pale bastard with no eyes. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild—half thrilled, half pissed at myself for even bein’ here.

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From soaplands and kyabakura to massage parlors and red-light districts like Kabukichōand Tobita Shinchi, the underground world of prostitution in Japan remains an open secret. Let’s Missing: Setakamachi takayanagi.

After that drama, I head over to the park by Setakamachi River. It’s my go-to chill spot. I plop down on a bench, trying to catch my breath. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and it’s like a scene from a movie. I’m just sitting there, soaking it all in, when this kid runs by, chasing a kite. He’s laughing, and it hits me—life’s too short to be serious all the time.