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About Fukuoka

Last week—pissed me off—some dude on X bragged ‘bout “classy escorts.” Classy? Ha! Like lipstick on a pig. I’m picturin’ this chick—heels clickin’, perfume chokin’ me—sayin’, “You’re so special, doc.” Bullshit. Reminds me of *Her*: “I can’t live in your book anymore.” Yeah, lady, I ain’t your fairy tale either. Prostitutes don’t love ya—they clock in, clock out. Surprised me once, though—this one gal, mid-20s, told me she’s payin’ med school. Med school! Swear to God, I nearly hugged her—then remembered the germs.

Prostitution in Asia: What Are The Laws?

Finally, I found my way back to the main street, and I was like, “Phew!” But then, I saw a group of locals playin’ some traditional music. I couldn’t help but stop and listen. It was so chill, and I felt this wave of happiness wash over me.

Ancient fire festival lights up Wakayama night