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About Fukuoka

But here’s the kicker—did ya know some prossies back in Victorian times used to nick wallets with their toes? Mad skill, right? Swear down, this one I met could probs do it too, shifty lil minx. I’m like, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?”—straight outta the movie, coz I’m wonderin if she’s ever free, ya get me? She probs thinks I’m a nutter, quotin films at her, but I don’t care, bruv.

So you want to book a sex worker?

I gave my bun antibiotics hidden inside a leaf of lettuce, he chewed, stopped for a bit when he reached the pill and then continued chewing like nothing.

First off, I’m at my desk on Kōen-dōri, sippin’ my coffee, and boom! The phone rings. It’s this frantic lady, right? She’s lost her cat. I mean, c’mon, lady! You’re in Ritto, not Tokyo! But I’m like, “Sure, I’ll help.” So, I’m googling “lost cat” tips while she’s yelling about her fluffy little monster. Turns out, her cat’s name is “Ninja.” Seriously? A cat named Ninja? I can’t even.

Pen portraits: Portuguese child abuse defendants