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About Fukuoka

So, I’m diggin’, searchin’, dodgin’ the cops—nerve-rackin’, keeps ya sharp. One time, I saw this gal, stunnin’, legs for days—thought, “Jackpot, Donald, jackpot!” But nope, just a mannequin in a window—Godard’s laughin’ somewhere, “Reality’s a trick!” Made me mad, but I laughed, so dumb, so me. Pro tip—check the corners near casinos, always a hotspot, trust me, I know, I built ‘em.

A walk in the sex park: Yoshiwara and the Tokyo bordello

As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their Missing: Kodaira.

By the end of the night, I’m feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised—like a rollercoaster, for real. I’m walking home along Kōen-dōri, the lights shining bright, and I can’t help but smile.

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