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About Fukuoka

Angry? Yeah, when they’re kids—too young, fucked over early. Happy? When she flipped off a cop, strutted away. Ballsy as hell. Exaggeratin’? Maybe she’s a queen, crown of cigarette burns. Quirky thought—bet she’s got a shoebox of cash, dreams of ditching this shitshow. “Where’s it all go?” like Llewyn gripes. Down the drain, prolly—booze, pimps, whatever. Sarcasm? Oh, she’s livin’ the dream, Clarice—penthouse views of dumpster alleys. Chilling, ain’t it? Prostitue’s a ghost, floatin’ through, screwin’ to survive. Love her, hate her—she don’t care.

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In Shinjuku’s Kabukicho, Okubo Park, prostitutes known as streetwalkers are increasing again. The Metropolitan Police Department strengthened crackdowns last year, resulting in over .

Then, I get a call from my buddy, Hiro. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta check out the festival at the park!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m workin’!” But then he mentions food stalls. I’m suddenly interested. I mean, who can resist takoyaki, right? So, I tell Mr. Tanaka I’m takin’ a break. He’s not happy, but whatever. I need some fun!

Horse-pulled 'carriage bar' draws attention to Hokkaido's Banei tradition