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About Fukuoka

Now, Monty in *25th Hour*—he’s all, “Fuck me? Fuck you!”—and that’s the energy sometimes, ‘cause hagglin’ prices? Lordy, it’s a mess! They might hit ya with, “Fifty for a quickie,” and you’re like, “Fiftee? FIFTEE?”—typo intentional, I’m heated! But you gotta play it cool, or they bounce. Fun fact: in some cities, they used coded ads in newspapers—little known, right? “Roses” meant dollars, so “25 roses” was $25. Sneaky as hell, made me giggle!

So you want to book a sex worker?

Ken Yoshimura leads a good life: he’s graduated college, his stepfather, Kuzen Yoshimura, has acquired him a prestigious position at his company, and after a chance encounter, he has a Missing: prostitute.

Then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, seriously? I thought Japan was supposed to be all zen and stuff. We ducked into a little café on Kameyama Street. It was cozy, and the coffee was bomb. I felt a bit better, you know? Just chillin’ and watching the rain.

naoko horibe architect’s office: house in takatsuki