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About Fukuoka

They’re ghosts, yeah? No past, like Lenny—memory’s a bitch. “You don’t know who you are!”—fits ‘em perfect. Dodgy blokes, STDs, coppers hasslin’—shite life, mostly. But some, fuck, they’re tough—survivors, not whiny pricks. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But one time, saw this bird—40 quid for a gobble, haggled to 30! Bargain hunter, I was gobsmacked—respect, ya know?

Why do people think the geisha are courtesans or prostitutes?

Phallocentrism, fears of infection, and discrimination are obstacles to a full sex life. Informants look for casual sex and engage in prostitution in big cities.

First off, I grab my gear and head out. I’m cruising down Kōen-dōri, and I can’t help but admire the cherry blossoms. They’re in full bloom, and it’s like nature’s confetti. But then, BAM! I hit a pothole. My coffee goes flying. Great start, huh? I’m cursing under my breath, but whatever, I’m an arborist. I can handle a little chaos.

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