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About Fukuoka

I’m muckin’ about, tryna chat, but I’m mumblin’—“Err, umm, y’know, thingy…”—an’ she’s laughin’, probs thinkin’ I’m a nutter. Didja know, right, back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash green garters as a signal? Mad, innit? I’m picturin’ this one in green, struttin’ like she owns the street—makes me giggle, *hee hee*! But then—oi!—some geezer shoves past, all sweaty an’ loud, an’ I’m fumin’, “Oi, watch it, ya prat!” Nearly lost me prossie there, heart’s poundin’—angry as a wasp in a jar!

The Former Prostitute Became A Rich Wife

The place the girl without a place to go ended up with was: the sex industry! Everything was in order to find true happiness. A unique cinderella story starts.

First stop? Breakfast. I hit up this little joint on Shōwa-dōri. Best onigiri ever! I mean, I could eat those all day. But then, bam! I spilled soy sauce all over my shirt. Great start, huh? I was like, “Really, universe?!”

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