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About Fukuoka

So, you’re scoutin’, right? Maybe some sketchy alley—happy little risks. “Something happened, I don’t know what.” That’s the vibe, straight from the movie. Foggy, tense, but kinda thrilling. Me, I’d be hummin’, tryna stay calm. Ya gotta haggle sometimes—awkward as hell. “How much, darlin’?”—all polite, Bob-style. Prices swing wild, $20 to $200, depends where ya at. Fun fact: Vegas, legal spots, they got *menus*. Like a diner—pick your flavor, happy little specials!

Hiroshima Red Light District

Lunchtime rolls around, and I bolt outta the office. I’m practically running down Yamaguchi Street, dodging people like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I finally get to the ramen place, and it’s packed! I’m standing there, waiting, and I’m like, “This better be worth it.”