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About Fukuoka

So, you’re cruisin’, maybe down some sketchy alley. Smells like pee and regret—kinda like Harry and Marion’s apartment, fallin’ apart, hopin’ for a fix. You spot her, she spots you. “Hey, sugar, need a date?” she purrs. Little known fact: some of ‘em got code words— “date” ain’t dinner, y’all! It’s a transaction, cold as a snake’s belly. Surprised me first time I heard that. Thought, “Well, dang, that’s slick!”

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Right: Courtesan with two kamuro, one of whom Prostitutes Mitsuke a doll in her hands, walking along the porch of a Yoshiwara house with a blossoming cherry tree. A poem in a cloud .

After a few drinks, I’m feeling bold. I challenge him to a karaoke battle. I’m belting out some old-school J-Pop, and he’s just dying laughing. I can’t sing for crap, but who cares? It’s Mitsuke, and we’re living our best lives!

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